Space
Falling, complete fear stricken through my heart.
Paralyzed, stuck by myself with my thoughts.
Floating, across space the journey lots.
Struggling, fighting gravity’s part.
Death, inevitable no more fight.
Astronaut, separated from his rocket.
Flying through time, in the space pocket.
Realization, now looking at the sight.
Amazing, the stars so bright and colorful...
Tuesday 24th May 2016 5:43 pm
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