Space is bigger, darker, colder, than you would assume.

All the stars are so far away - loneliness eats away at your heels as you try to run from it, but alas there is no one but you here, no one to hold your hand and share warmth and love.

Why are you here?

Where did you come from?

Why are you A L O N E?

I wonder if you remember…who you are, and how much you begged, prayed, for #&@?%.

Ah, you think this is a dream?

My love, you cannot force yourself awake from the truth.

Here you lie, here you’ll live, and here you’ll die - if you’re lucky enough.

Sometimes suffering is needed for happiness to come around again, but I’m sorry to tell you that this story does not have a happy ending - not a happy middle, nor even a happy beginning I’m afraid.

Suffering is all you’ll ever have.