I think about space
and the nothingness which would surround me.
It would be silent but
my heart would be running through question
and perhaps chaos.
Maybe the only colour I would see
would be Earth's blue,
fitting the feeling of the moment.
I'm sure I would sob,
overwhelmed by nothing.
On precious Earth, it can sometimes feel
as though there are too many things
- pressures, work, responsibility -
but this everything
cannot compare to the
nothing out there.
The weight of it all.
I imagine myself floating among all those stars,
I would like for music to play in my mind
so that I can hold on to feeling and
the art of Earth.
Floating and yet sinking at the thought of home.
Everything I could ever wish to feel, I would feel
and yet, so painfully.
Sometimes I feel as though space
would be able to fill the space
I feel here at home.
But to be tumbling away from the truth of Earth
would be to rip the hope I've always held.
Our world is enough.
The extraordinary beauty and poetry
of an unknown world
calls out to me but
I'm floating in space on this spaceship
called "Earth"
so I suppose my dream has already been achieved.
