To be lost

I want to be lost

I just want to be on an alien planet, (you don't need to excuse sadness, it is its own horrible punishment) fighting for my life. Or something else.

I want to explore another galaxy on a spaceship with only a few close people.

I want to live in a cavernous vastness beneath the ground of the earth, building my own home, and then abandoning it.

I want to leap from this window and fly to the moon.

I want to be a space marine.

I want to be a dragon, an elf.

Everything.

(You are a fantastic, wild creature, who somehow was inexplicably inspired to stay with me)

If I were young as once I was

(It's not easy to go on adventures)

And dreams and death as distant then

(An empty tank)

Hunger to escape

(I meant it in the best possible way)

I need someone to go with me, not to another country. I need someone to go with me to the stars.

(Who would you take with you, on your ship to the stars?)

You would be the captain's lover, obviously.

Smelly would probably be my first mate.

Nong my seneschal.

Frenchie my technician.

Ryan my chaplain.

Bnc the crazy hermit.

Anthea the abandoned orphan who hates this whole idea.

(I love stars)

I just want

so bad

to explore the galaxy

to travel the stars, find new worlds,

imagine

jumping out of the warp

staring out of the bridge

a whole new world

hanging in space

a smile on your face

and adventure singing through your heart.

(The world is too small for us)

Goodnight, my love.