i am travelling to mars on a space bike. about seventy million
more miles to go. The dark here, and the light. Are not black
and white. They are more like friends playing chess. I feel like
a glass emptying itself. Slowly. Into the void.I am unaware of
humanity.
Until you pass by. Singing. In a space tired of expanding. We
enjoy staring at the sun and talking of childhood. Without being
able to listen to each other. Music is not even a word in the
language that stars use. Being hidden in a space suit is relaxing.
Earth is far out. Looking peaceful from here. The comforts of
distance. But you and I can't be the only ones here. Let's go some
place else.
