this is the turning point

Message to Readers


i really want to (fucking) be an astronaut

November 21, 2018


its around 10pm,
i lay in the back seat of my father's car,
my seatbelt is dangling between my feet,
like a knotted woollen scarf that was never finished. 
reaching through the sunroof to hold the moon,
just for a second.
its craters are its centrepiece,
the stars are the tablecloth,
at this victorian dinner. 
the moon is the chatty one,
i hear it reciting some physics formula i do not understand.
flirting behind barred doors,
we celebrate a future that never was met.
me the astronaut, and you the moon.
watching your luminous nature fill the room. 
tip-toe into another lover's room.
you ask me,
who am i, if i am afraid?
     becoming a wall within its solitude, 
     returning to the leather-based seats,
     and the engine is the orchestra.
      i again stare at the glass window
why am i sitting alone at this dinner-time party? 



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  • ghostlyglory

    fuckkkk this is the good shit

    almost 2 years ago
  • Johanna


    about 2 years ago
  • purplepanache

    this is a masterpiece. i read this two days ago and i still can't get over it.

    about 2 years ago
  • Dummie

    I agree with RNE. I seriously have no words. All of your words were masterfully chosen! (Also I have to say that I relate to your bio)

    about 2 years ago
  • RNE

    brilliant piece (emphasize on brilliant)

    about 2 years ago