Um Ser Indefinido

I tend to romanticize things that break my code. Viruses.

I first noticed this today. I have always been unbelievably attracted for not only the sky and its multiple forms of beauty but for Space itself. It has never been about how the stars used to shine when I was a little kid when I stared at them with devotion while my uncle fought with them for blinking at me. It has always been about their dark side and the mysticism hidden in its entirety, making the trees and the houses look so much more interesting. The trees at my own house, to be even more honest.

Outer Space is a... safe place. Quiet. Lonely. Where I’d be guided by my instincts only and wouldn’t worry when things didn’t work out.

Outer Space is, however, one of my biggest fears for practical and scientific reasons. Humans can’t live out there without their inventions and the thought of dying in the middle of nowhere, suffocating, brings up a dark side in my mind I forget about sometimes.

It’s toxic behavior.