travelling to mars

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.