Floating,
In the black,
A void with no gravity,
Nothing to cling on to,
So I float,
I hear my pulse in my ears,
Drumming a beat,
I relax into it,
Breathing slow,
The space leaving me to drift,
"Mission Control, do you read me?"
They do,
Like a book,
Written in invisible ink,
But still clear to the naked eye,
The words,
They float up to meet me,
And here we are,
My story and I,
Where we dreamed to be,
Floating in space.
