Me?

hyperionnebulae:

The cosmos is full of suspense everywhere. It’s tendrils reach down toward the planets and brush the seemingly small trees, only hard enough to sway them slightly. Upon contact, they dance to a symphony we cannot hear and with a discordant rhythm we cannot begin to understand. And then nothing. You crack the shell of consciousness and as your vision focuses, you feel the memory of an otherworldly kiss still lingers on your lips.