Stuck

Feel pity for the Stuck. Those lost with their own written guide. Those that cannot remove themselves. Those eternally trapped between two forms of themself.

For all who speculate on death, very rarely do they think about what they will have to do to usher it onward. They believe in external powers holding an invisible hand out to push them forward. They imagine a two way street between heaven and hell, or something of the like. They imagine a lack of autonomy.

What if it was the opposite? Completely dependent on yourself for where you go, the street unfurls based on your every choice.
The Stuck are not prepared. The Stuck are not informed. The Stuck are waiting.

They wait at the intersection between life and death. They see through the passed images of others in oily evaporations. Behind them they see everything, because it’s already passed, and in front of them they see the future that they are left with creating themselves. They are Stuck because one is empty, and the other is full. So stagnation, attrition, is their eternal choice.

Are the stuck lonely? That is a complex question. Is a star lonely? Space is vast yet full. They all have their planets and their moons. But their eternal view is the visions of ghosts, old light given from stars that might not even exist anymore.

The only difference is that the stars have no choice but to stay in the inescapable path paved by gravity.