It starts with a movie, a book, sometimes a scene in a montage. It's the stars that I stare at when I need to breathe at night, away from those who strangle and hold me down. It's the diagrams of the lonely Pluto. I become more and more obsessed with the things I don't know.
How... How I wish I can comprehend that final frontier.
I'll rage against the dying light in my world, where my feet are planted, and my head is clear. Where I can breathe in deeply and not worry about silence because there is no such thing as silence on this planet. I won't live my life shy and quiet. I will beat down those who'll raise to stop me, and thrive in the self-fufilling prophecy 16 year old me made.
But when someone tells me about Kepler, my breatching stops and my heart beats. Saturn is beautiful, but I have no place within it's orbit.
I know nothing about space. My feet and mind belongs here and not where the thoughts of whether or not I am significant cloud my mind endlessly.