Starting out small, constrained, in the start of things.
Extending slowly into the sun, frightened by the light, but moving ever forward to the burning.
Exploding out of control into the vastness of nothingness of largeness uncontrolled without limits.
Until it squishes us and constrains us and pushes us slowly, cramping us into less and less.
Until at last pounded into a dot.
Honey, you’re scaring me.