Stardrift
In the silence of self, under the gaze of the cosmos— ...What is it, to truly know one’s mind? ...What if, You don’t? What if... your essence is but a whirlwind, Chaos—unceasing, Voices—unyielding, Lost in a tempest of doubt, fear, anxiety, No anchor, no calm. Booze, a fleeting solace, An attempt to mute the cacophony, Yet, the voices persist, Louder, Ever-present. Speaking... Without confidence, Have I merely danced on the winds of chance? All this time... ...And those who stand firm, Do they too harbour storms? Certainties cloaked in uncertainties. I gaze upon the moon, pondering— The grand design of the cosmos, Planets, each a testament to singularity, Diverse atmospheres, gravitational mysteries, Rotations, axes, climates— Imagination pales. In the vastness of space, each celestial body unique, A spark, they say, In an instant, creation unfurled, A narrative of fire, spanning epochs. Here I st