‘Why would you spend so much time around a Black Hole?’

Which is a valid question, just as I am sure Darwin was asked,

‘They fucks up with chillin with the turtles?’

While it is (by its very nature [but I guess, isn’t everything]) scientific,

Hanging out with a black hole has little to no scientific purpose.

It might later occur to you that there was no purpose, but in that time it isn’t

Relevant because (like the first person to see a star up close) your breath is taken away.

Black Holes have a gravity to them:

They swirl through the universe attracting everyone they see,

They are so mesmerizing as to draw the breath from your very lungs,

They are a mystery, one not so great you might be able to get to the bottom of.

‘Why would you want to be around something if you want to change it’s nature?’

That’s not what I said.

‘Black Holes are sinfully unhealthy.’

Maybe, maybe you’re right, a void in void where light can’t escape, an anomaly that can only take

and never give.

Maybe I find myself attracted to a Black Hole because it’s avarice matched just perfectly with my

need to give, yin and yang

Perhaps I find myself still here because everything I can give is being ripped from me,

A starship being torn apart by an unsympathetic atmosphere,

Perhaps I am suspended sucked soulless

Left empty because of empathy

Caught by a force too great to flee.

Or maybe, that’s not right.

Maybe, you’re wrong.

Matter can neither be created nor destroyed.

Maybe Black Holes want to grow up and be quasars, just like the rest of us.

Maybe, a Black Hole needs to consume enough love to transform.

Maybe, a Black Hole needs enough time to realize what it can be,

And maybe, just maybe, you have turned your back on something really beautiful.

Maybe you’re right.

Maybe I am wasting my time, maybe I will be drained and lifeless

Maybe everything beautiful in me will be tapped,

Maybe my need to give covers a subtle desire for self-destruction, to defy the laws of space and

time and destroy what matters.

You told me once you could love a villain, but Black Holes were the epitome of evil,

That they are unscrupulous, angry at jalousie jealousy.

Have you tried defying your own nature?

Black Holes form when tired stars finally collapse on themselves.

Some are lucky enough to nova, or even supernova into nebulas, like Ouroboros shedding,

While others just collapse under the weight of dark skies, invisible to naked eyes,

Trying to find themselves like hay in a needle stack.

Thus, a Black Hole is formed, from something so new and hopeful becoming something that

consumes to feel, like binge eating and galactic one night stands.

Perhaps a Black Hole can only change when it meets another Black Hole,

Their collisions forming a quasar 100 times more brilliant and warm than the entirety of the solar

system we live in.

Maybe my efforts are futile, but I do know this:

It is up to me to decide what is a waste of my time.

A good observer doesn’t turn their back before the results come in, a good scientist doesn’t give

up on natural phenomenon.

I’ll wait to see how this plays out,

I’ll see if a heart conquers or crushes under the immense wonder of