Another Shattered Silence

The far away lights are gleaming increasingly weaker

A breeze, a cloud... the thermosphere...

Moving upwards

feels like submerging into a deep ocean lake,

a habitat of an ugly blobfish.

Speak to me.

Explain yourself.

What happened?

Silence.

It’s been shattered by the time we’ve reached the outer space.

Again. Together.

Now, its pesky debris nudge us here and there, never known when another one will hit again, hit each of us: silence.