If I were created to be an extraterrestrial matter,
I would kindly beg to God not to be a star,
but the Moon.
The Moon reflects light from the Sun dimly,
while
a star produces a coruscating kaleidoscope of colours.
But within the next million years it will explode,
scatter into atomic materials, which may outshine the entire galaxy at its maximum brightness.
It will collapse completely, or, leave a small, dense star composed mainly of neutrons or perhaps of quarks,
that soon an invisible object called black hole may be left behind.
Astounding, it may seem.
But I doubt anyone will ever remember that it was ever there.
Everything that has the word super in it is not always better. Sometimes it turns every other pleasant thing into a terrible one.
And I think it's also valid for the word I super love you.
Because by super loving you,
my life that once was a smooth straight path
turned upside down into an uphill eighty-degrees slope
with a thousand of winding roads.
—b,
22/10/16
