Into the Void of Her Eyes

I ventured into the void, where silence hummed with electric stars. Weightless, I floated through chaos, a shadow adrift in search of a spark. Her eyes—two galaxies colliding, held me steady when gravity failed. She was no ordinary kind of woman, a stranger to my fears, yet so familiar to my soul. She laughed, a melody sharper than steel strings, her smile bending time— like the first chord that made me believe music could heal the cracks within. Through her, I felt the cosmos, not empty, but alive with promise, each beat of her heart a supernova, each breath a gravitational pull. I am not the same. The void didn’t swallow me— it shaped me, guided by her starlight and steady rhythm. Strange and beautiful, she taught me to sing beyond the silence, to find harmony in dissonance, to trust in the song we create together. And as the universe stretches, she remains my constant, a force unstoppable, a woman unforgettable.