I would like to believe that life, more than anything, is about brain and heart, impressing my imagination and raising the adrenalin levels, pumping endorphins around my system, like coffee, only much, much hotter, because it pushes me beyond jitters.
If I could roll back my life, my universe, I would want to burn away the dust, the flack, the crap moldering my vision so that I could clearly see the road ahead. I want to see my light waves breaking free of my own gravity, where my own limitations fall behind, where I finally step beyond failures to realize dreams.
And What If My Sun Broke Free Of Its Gravity?
The sun is gravity embodied, or the closest object to a black hole I’m ever going to encounter. I mean, that ball of fire out there bends space and time around it, sucks it in like air into a lung the size of a thousand earths. I only want to get so close, close enough to ride its breath on exhale, light racing at light speed, the place where time stops and I become free to see myself smile.

