“A black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light can not get out. The gravity is so strong because matter has been squeezed into a tiny space. This can happen when a star is dying.
Because no light can get out, people can’t see black holes. They are invisible.”
this is NASA’s official explanation of a black hole.
silence is much like a black hole.
in a small space inside ourselves is a quiet, pulling in everything we know.
eventually this quiet collapses and leaves us nothing,
not even the memory of a hole.
personally, I like to think of myself as fleshy Tupperware.
sealing in freshness.
hoping for rebirth.
i am leftovers
but I am left over.
this is the kindness of repression.
a sort of light that has found its way out of a black hole.