Her galaxy is speckled with wormholes

Bridging throughout her universe

Cosmic energy flows to and from

Relaying messages within it’s radio waves

Thoughts, feelings, memories, ideas

Full conversations that only she can hear

Believing that they are really there

Believing in the possibility

Needing to believe

A source of comfort is all it is

So that when she is ready

She might use her great power

And fold the spacetime fistula

Until it is reopened once more