the sky is disconcerting
In the vastness of the cosmos, my heart finds refuge in a distant star, a celestial glow that awakens passion in my scientific soul. It's not an earthly love, but a cosmic connection that defies conventional understanding.
Night after night, I observe from my observatory, lost in the immensity of space. My telescope becomes the bridge between worlds, and my mind delves into the mysteries surrounding that distant star. Its light, a whisper of ancient stories, caresses my being, nurturing a forbidden love by the laws of the universe.
My equations become verses, and my experiments turn into prayers. I dream of touching its unattainable radiance, of unraveling the secrets it holds in its fiery core. But the sidereal distance intervenes, an insurmountable barrier that prevents me from embracing it.
In my laboratory, the echo of its flashes becomes the soundtrack of my enamored solitude. The paradox of a scientist surrendered to a distant star, unable to hold it in his embrace. Although my love cannot materialize, it persists as a constant in my universe, guiding me through the darkness with the hope that someday, in some corner of space-time, our energies will intertwine in some way.
