"In Space"
by Cat Flo
It’s quiet here—
not silent,
but sacred.
Floating between stars,
she finally understood what it meant to let go.
In space, there’s no gravity to hold pain down.
No clocks to race,
no noise to chase.
Only endless possibility.
The colors swirl like memories unbound—
galaxies of thought,
constellations of dreams.
Every stroke in this painting is a piece of her leaving Earth behind:
old versions,
old fears,
old limits.
She didn’t escape.
She expanded.
Because sometimes you have to go out of this world
to finally come back to yourself.