The Ascension
Unable to turn around, all that Philip could see was the vast dead space with the brightest stars there ever were. No sight of any help; or hope. He knew there was none. He had realized the ocean he was lost in was bottomless and downside-up. Only if he could turn his back around he wished. He didn’t care for the emptiness. What he longed for was behind him- his home. The majestic ball of mystery and awe. The ball that was open as a field, yet enclosed within her all that he loved, all his memories, all that he cherished and all that cherished him. All the love and life in the universe. He understood that regrets and stars will kiss him goodbye. His loneliness and pain would sing eulogies, his only true friends, unwitnessed by the grande. There was so much he could do, so much he would. If he could return, he knew he won’t. He knew his metal casket that supplied him life, eventually would stop and devour him. His breaths grew paler, his memories, stronger; as...