I am an astronaut in training.
Masculinity is one hell of a ship to Pilot.
Astrid storms interrupt my sleep schedule.
Asking myself how I supposed to carry out the necessary repairs with questionnaires and countless tablets.
I am hurtling through space.
Lack of direction and protection from the elements.
As I continue to navigate galaxies.
I realise that I am not done exploring yet.
I am drifting in space.
Aware the transmission from home awaits me.
-XR
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