From what I know, most space breathes the same soft tone.
The same still sigh.
Jupiter's air is different.
Loud, thick and wet as the deluge pours heavy from forever storms.
Mercury's is hot, dries my mouth and lends itself barren.
Only lives to whistle wind through the cracks of my ship.
But the further I get out of this system of satellites…
And the smoke-like fascicles that bleed around my distant homes…
The more stars collapse wearily into themselves.
The more I see the bright, violent birth of hungry black holes.
The more I realize I might truly be alone.