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  • The asteriod I became when no one was near, was the life that I chose. Living in a vacuum beyond measure of what is cold, I past through solid emptiness of celestial space. No one close or able to keep up the pace as I hurtled past, faster than time. There has been no ups or down, just an arc in a dark corridor.

    Occassionally some one sees me and whispers something about a shooting star, way out there.. Had I known that this was going to still breath of this ride , I might have chosen something more wise. Maybe a meteor, so I might have a single planet, though I would have to let everything go , just to burn to ash, but at least I might be able to smile just once, knowing for a few seconds, I had a home.

    After I was gone, I found out I was made out of solid gold. A young boy took me apart, making himself rich, feeding on my lonely bones, which turned out to be something special, elementally....

    Everything has to take its toll, everything has a cost, and no one knows when they start to have dreams, how far you will fall.

    I remember the touch of the winds now, how it felt to lose myself in re-entry
    no, It wasn't easy
    Letting her go
    in between the loving thing
    needlesss fights
    losses in happiness
    incomplete time
    wasted chance
    there was not going to be any turning around
    Earth came up pretty quick when I hit ground.

    It's 5am.
    time to touch waters.
    break some bread
    wake myself to get back in line.
    but.... I am still out there ,
    more than everyday,
    looking for lights
    outward sailings
    for a shining moment
    in the nights of forever
    hop
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