I just wanted to look at the stars and possibly, while looking at them, join their multitude of twinkling lights. I never expected to come this far, but I ran out of fuel and now I'm stuck in the void, Floating Around. Going Nowhere. Will I get refueled or will I plummet back towards Earth, where I will return as a gazer? The answers are in the stars. Too bad I can't reach them.
Others before me have tried. Many have died, few are on the ground and even fewer just floating. Tell me, dot in the sky how to reach you. Because when you do and when I come there to join you, I will have crossed so far to realize that I have more galaxies to gaze upon.
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Delirium
PoetryI am not a writer nor do I plan on becoming one. I just need to get some stuff out of my head. This will be a collection of poems, short stories, and other nonsense about the stuff I'm feeling.
