Monique Ocampo Writes
All things tend towards chaos
Life is the tightrope we walk to avoid it
Suddenly
Unexpectedly
Death arrives like the ricochet from a cannon’s blast
Throwing everything off-kilter
Down into the black without a safety net
Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints
Every life shines and fades as quickly as a meteorite in the sky
Millions of meteorites fall everyday,
yet supernovas are the ones that shake us up
We can understand the death of an old, worn out star
Yet when other stars die out, especially in quick succession,
it throws the universe off-balance
more than the deaths of little comets and meteorites
Is it just the succession?
The confusing juxtaposition between the end of one life
and the continuation of another?
The stars are supposed to be constant
yet they fall and they fade and they die
and nobody understands,
nobody explains why.
Maybe it’s not the fault in our stars
that throws us off our tightropes
Maybe each supernova
reminds us that we’re each a little infinity
and some infinities are bigger than other infinities
Stars fall and fade and die
but each supernova gives birth to something new
With each piece from the fallen stars,
we create an order out of the chaos
embracing the infinite
No safety net is needed
because our hearts are our wings
Love, the fuel that propels us to fly
You can take the stars out of the sky
but you can never take the sky itself
With love, we send a kiss out to the stars
Creating tiny pieces of light that shine in the dark
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