After the Supernova The Dark doesn’t feel real until every star kisses my hand goodnight, but even the brightest one’s touch can not help me overcome the navy dust of nightfall. The Sweet surrender of a lunar world that tries to hold onto you. Even in pure dark, sleep is not easy with the background music of an extraterrestrial lullaby, how it feels to toss and turn with the particles of our cosmic memories hidden in the folds of my pillowcase.
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Peyton McGovern is a current senior at the University of Richmond studying Leadership, with a minor in Creative Writing and Education. When she is not doodling, drinking coffee, or writing poems, you can find her striding through the trails as she exercises her passion for running. Though Peyton presently lives in Massachusetts she hopes to travel far and wide throughout her lifetime, of course writing and learning as she goes.
Photograph courtesy of NASA
