Astronaut

three-or-four-planets

When I arrived to the floor, the situation was hostile to me. I felt cordial and eager to live but I thought of the large windows of eighteen floors of free fall and feeling identified, to fly between the four walls.

The planets beat hard on my skin while I cried in the first hours. I felt so alone that they could challenge me to be an astronaut.

Maybe to sailing in a neutral an empty space, and be absorbed by a black hole. In order not thinking more and just feel.

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