Silence

All cells refuse to touch me, they float around next to each other, always just out of reach. The heroin addict trying to catch the dragon.
Everything is still closing in on me, air is replaced by shades of impenetrable Black, filling my lungs. 
Soon, all skies will be like this. Impenetrable fortresses, too distant for our rockets, too thick for hope. 
Stranger things have happened.