Astronaut.
- ophelia
- Feb 7, 2021
- 1 min read
I have spent too much time spiralling in space, from one galaxy to another. Sucked by a black hole a couple of times and oh boy, all those floating carcasses of what used to be something? They keep getting in my way.
"Beep, beep!" There it goes again. I look at the display on my wrist.
"Your oxygen level is at 15%. Refill your tank."
I need to reach a home soon.
"Find the light, find the light in this dark space."- I whisper to myself.
But there are a trillion stars and it is getting harder to listen to the one that is calling my name.
- originally published in a book called "hundred/hundred: home", 2017.
Hey Sara! I just read your comment & I immediately checked this piece of yours out! And yes I'm surprised at how similar they are--especially the mention of floating carcasses. But needless to say both share the same space settings and I like it very much.
p/s. I recently visited your blog after approving your request on FB & it's very you indeed I must say! Please post some more I'm so eager to read more of what you can deliver. Cheers!