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I get out of bed and stretch on top of a metal floor. In here I may be alone, but everything around me is peaceful. I eagerly and casually walk upon the walls with a smile. I'm looking forward to what I see today outside my window.
On the way I wonder, "Where is it that my mind will drift today? Am I so oblivious to where I am now that I'll not discover a tomorrow? Perhaps I'll find some beauty I've not yet witnessed."
As my head enters the hallway to my cockpit, my eyes find the floor lit from the window around the corner. My hand pulls me through the doorway to see a star swallowing a planet. "This may be the very nature of beauty. The beginning of an end." Powerless to do anything but watch in awe, I stare while standing on the edge of the doorway. I struggle to witness into memory every moment the planet has left. "Will there be anything left to remember it? Surely there's something remaining to symbolize the end of a journey."
Like watching a sunset take place, once there was everything in view, now there's nothing. "Nothing left to show for it." I seek out the console to my ship. "Perhaps I'll do something." A swift push of a joystick and my eyes are left struggling to find where the planet was swallowed. "Is my memory already fading?"
A perfect view for an imperfect memory. I steer away ready to take off from the scene. "I may not have anything to show even to myself, but I'll use what I have to make a new memory." After plotting a new course yet again at random. I turn away to find myself slowly becoming weightless again. "I may not have the best drawing skills, but it'll be enough to remember. I promise."
As I pull out a pen I begin to find myself questioning my purpose. "Who am I really doing this for? Why am I out here? Does an answer really matter? I've seen nebula, belts, and bodies. Is there anything else out here? Maybe I'll find somewhere worthy to settle."
After finishing a sketch, I put away the new catalog of sights I've seen. "I wonder where we came from. Have we always been in space?" With noone else around to fill in the blanks, questions are forgotten as quickly as they're thought. If there were any language left to speak, surely there'd be something written worth remembering. "The beginning and end don't really matter anymore. When there's an opportunity, I'll have something worth sharing anyway."
While floating back towards my cabin, I drift away my mind as the ship does in space. Reaching for my bed, I rotate it to be level with the floor again and then proceed to lay in it. After strapping myself down, I smile and dream again with the thought, "If there's anything in my life worth doing, it'll be worth sharing however I can."
On the way I wonder, "Where is it that my mind will drift today? Am I so oblivious to where I am now that I'll not discover a tomorrow? Perhaps I'll find some beauty I've not yet witnessed."
As my head enters the hallway to my cockpit, my eyes find the floor lit from the window around the corner. My hand pulls me through the doorway to see a star swallowing a planet. "This may be the very nature of beauty. The beginning of an end." Powerless to do anything but watch in awe, I stare while standing on the edge of the doorway. I struggle to witness into memory every moment the planet has left. "Will there be anything left to remember it? Surely there's something remaining to symbolize the end of a journey."
Like watching a sunset take place, once there was everything in view, now there's nothing. "Nothing left to show for it." I seek out the console to my ship. "Perhaps I'll do something." A swift push of a joystick and my eyes are left struggling to find where the planet was swallowed. "Is my memory already fading?"
A perfect view for an imperfect memory. I steer away ready to take off from the scene. "I may not have anything to show even to myself, but I'll use what I have to make a new memory." After plotting a new course yet again at random. I turn away to find myself slowly becoming weightless again. "I may not have the best drawing skills, but it'll be enough to remember. I promise."
As I pull out a pen I begin to find myself questioning my purpose. "Who am I really doing this for? Why am I out here? Does an answer really matter? I've seen nebula, belts, and bodies. Is there anything else out here? Maybe I'll find somewhere worthy to settle."
After finishing a sketch, I put away the new catalog of sights I've seen. "I wonder where we came from. Have we always been in space?" With noone else around to fill in the blanks, questions are forgotten as quickly as they're thought. If there were any language left to speak, surely there'd be something written worth remembering. "The beginning and end don't really matter anymore. When there's an opportunity, I'll have something worth sharing anyway."
While floating back towards my cabin, I drift away my mind as the ship does in space. Reaching for my bed, I rotate it to be level with the floor again and then proceed to lay in it. After strapping myself down, I smile and dream again with the thought, "If there's anything in my life worth doing, it'll be worth sharing however I can."
Something that caught my dreams, a solar sailor from Deep Space 9. The idea of being taken places on a whim with little regard for where it's going or the urge to control everything. Space has so many wonders as beautiful as waterfalls surrounded by fields of flowers. To see any of them in person would be nothing short of a dream. Think of how small we are and how huge nebula are. Should we try to approach the beauty disperses and fades away and would only be viewable from a awe striking distance. Closest I've ever gotten was my fathers telescope. Should there be a way to feel like I'm on a boat star gazing, I'll be dreaming of it until then.
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