I'm an Astronaut
No... I'm not REALLY an Astronaut, but I definitely was inspired by the space movies I've seen recently. Interstellar and Gravity. I just feel like I'm in space as well. And so, I pen down a few more words with that in mind.
“We are lost”
I say, “In space, alone”.
We are meant to be home, not here.
Neither of us know how we came,
Nor do we know how to go back.
I stay because I don’t want to leave,
I bear because I don’t want to leave,
What is worthy anyway, me or us
Or the wordless mime sitting there.
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“We are lost”
I say, “In space, alone”.We are meant to be home, not here.
Neither of us know how we came,
Nor do we know how to go back.
He has an impenetrable shield around,
Engulfing him in a plastic bubble.
No sound, no emotion travels through,
I’m wondering, can he even hear?
Engulfing him in a plastic bubble.
No sound, no emotion travels through,
I’m wondering, can he even hear?
He is silent like a mime,
Listening, not understanding.
“Nothing” he says, expressionless
Nothing to give or take or expect.
Listening, not understanding.
“Nothing” he says, expressionless
Nothing to give or take or expect.
The bodies loom around in circles,
Grazing past each other, chipping parts,
I push and pull, trying to keep them apart,
As he dodges their lines of gravity.
Grazing past each other, chipping parts,
I push and pull, trying to keep them apart,
As he dodges their lines of gravity.
Here he floats along, my greatest enemy,
Who is closer to me than my soul.
He rips and tears me apart with silence,
That nobody hears anywhere.
Who is closer to me than my soul.
He rips and tears me apart with silence,
That nobody hears anywhere.
I stay because I don’t want to leave,I bear because I don’t want to leave,
What is worthy anyway, me or us
Or the wordless mime sitting there.
I bounce around in the darkness,
Willing myself into silence as well.
For my screams are diffused,
In the vacuum that I float in.
Willing myself into silence as well.
For my screams are diffused,
In the vacuum that I float in.
This place of nothingness,
Of questions with no answers,
Of doubts and emptiness,
Blind to the colors and sparkles.
Of questions with no answers,
Of doubts and emptiness,
Blind to the colors and sparkles.
Why is it here? Why am I here?
I flit, from orb to orb, knowing why,
For only a moment though,
Because it becomes darkness again.
I flit, from orb to orb, knowing why,
For only a moment though,
Because it becomes darkness again.
