there are clouds made out of stardust

broken old worlds flying in space

places to hide for some

smoke like for someone else

these clouds are made of thought and remembrance

why do they cross my mind in this part of the universe ?

are they just lost children traveling through empty space ?

are they the only hope of some ancient culture ?

I dive into these planets and imploded suns

and I feel they are full of wisdom

information of eons is packed into these flying rocks

they are just seeds of a future nebula

the love of a diseased galaxy !