Posted by Anonymous on 2017/09/07 under Life Imagine being up there alone in dead space. Waiting. Hoping. Wishing, that someone or something will find you. Some days you're absolutely certain it's going to happen. One day soon you'd say, you'd even actually convince yourself for awhile. Other days, you know it's never going to happen so you make the most of it while you can. You eat that nutri-paste you were saving, because what's the point in saving it if no one's going to save you. Some days you just sit there and think of what your friends and family are doing. Do they miss you? Are they happy? What kids are discovering themselves, what teens are finding their first love. How many mothers are meeting their child for the first time. How many mothers never got to meet their precious babies. How many babies never got to breathe the sweet air of life, of earth and blood. They never got to experience the warm, thick, rich scent of dirt as you run it through your finger tips watching the grains slowly make their way home to the ground, you wish you were that dirt. The sweet rustling of trees and the distant call of birds singing their sweet songs, wishing you could be free like them. The smell when it rains on a nice warm day. That feeling when you see a pretty person on the streets, knowing you'll probably never see them again, but hey you never know, anythings possible. You wait. You hope. You wish. You wish you could have a nice warm bath, or a cold one, you aren't complaining. That feeling as you lay in the water and you try to absorb it into your skin, try to wash all your problems away with that one bath. The sound of the refrigerator at night. The beeping noise the washing machine makes. The postmans bike grumbling up to your mail box. Laying down in your bed and thinking big, like maybe you want to be an astronaut. It's funny how things work out. You want something for so long and you finally get it and it's fun for awhile. It's a new experience. But eventually it gets old. And you miss the touch of what you had. The soft roughness of another persons skin, the way someone smiles with there eyes. The feeling you get when someone plays with your hair. The feeling when you can't stop laughing your stomach hurts. Sometimes it's best not to chase the big things, because on the way to them you'll miss all the little things. And when you're up there in space alone and abandoned, you'll remember all the times you could've stopped listened and felt the sweet breathe of life. So cold and warm at the same time. You're alone now. In dead space. You don't know if something or someone is coming for you, but you wait. That's all you can do. Wait for someone or something to save you. Or wait to die. Which ever one comes first. At least you can be taken away somewhere else.