Ever wondered when looking into the sky, “will I ever get there?” Daydreaming of an escape that pills, scissors, and ropes can’t provide? Maybe that’s just me.
I’ve tried to reach it but never by a spaceship given to me, but some were born with a spaceship. Never having to worry where the parts came from or the gas to fill it, never having to hear “do you have spaceship money?” Never having to make one on their own from rusted parts, looking hopeless because the universe gave them a bad hand, telling them to deal with it. Maybe that’s just me.
We can all be born stars that’ll shine in the night guiding wayward people at sea, leading them in the right direction all being connected in unity like constellations. Showing the beauty in every star but all still shining together. At least in an ideal world.
But let’s take a closer look. Those stars aren’t so close, and that light is always dying. Burning, struggling, and caving in on its own energy. Anxiously trying to shine as bright as the others until eventually dying out. No one ever notices that the star isn’t there anymore, due to its light giving an illusion that it’s still there until another takes its place. As if it never died, fitting perfectly to finish the constellation. Or maybe that’s just me.
An image of a soft, comforting place enters my vision without warning then suddenly fading.
Ok, ok let’s think bigger, how about planets! Personally, I connect with the ones with rings. They’re so beautiful, pretending to be the biggest thing out there. They are rings looking like something out of a fantasy, having moons that shine in their own way, all the while orbiting like a set path that never crashes into each other and their worlds.
This image of a soft, comforting place enters my vision without warning again, then fades. Sorry, let’s take a closer look.
That beauty they portray, once up close, looks less appealing. An unstable environment emanating a toxic atmosphere that’ll suffocate you due to misunderstanding, unsolid ground that you may get sucked into, drowning you in all its problems. Rings are like barriers that stop anyone from getting close enough to help, in fear of risking your destruction and all their problems caving in on you, leaving marks or scars you may never get rid of. Or is this just me?
Again, this image of a soft, comforting place enters my vision without warning, fading once more. Sorry; bad habit.
Well what if planets with rings asked the universe to loosen or free it of those rings? Although the universe is unresponsive and acts on impulse as well as planets, and doesn’t really have parents, I get that…”
If only I…
Sorry, planets with rings could ask for help from other stars and planets that don’t have rings, to help. But they’re so far away or may not understand, as well as being frightened or scared of my rings; but this is how I was born. Miles from relative moons that seemed close and rings I may never get rid of.
And again, this image of a soft, comforting place inters my vision without warning, fading for the last time today.
So, they …
“I mean I daydream to escape my rings even for a short moment, smiling even if I’ll never be ok.”
Knowingly, I only show the best parts of myself, masking the dark side of my moons that I face constantly.
And this is just me.