The void of space..

 The void of space is infinite and the starlight burns my skin. The pain I experience when I leave college and my husband isn't waiting for me takes my breath away.

He has gone.

I genuinely don't care if he is alive or dead now.

From my own, agonized point of view there is only the infinity of space above me, the cold air, Mars above the moon.

Mars - always with me on this journey.

My rage is incandescent.

I leave the classroom, say goodbye to people, I face the black path down the hill. I fill the void with music. Puscifer on my head-phones is the only difference, the only thing separating me from the time-slip, event horizon of frozen memories. Puscifer, Arcosanti, Jerome, there is an elsewhere and I can't get there until I have finished my course...

And this is how it is.