prompt: space...

I find in my life I'm alone a lot. Drifting, floating, being. All the lights are off as I slowly make my way through the never-ending Universe. Black pits and holes of my emotional expressions reverberate through the vulnerable and untouchable gaps in my cranium. The Milky Way is my guiding light as I dream and make plans - sometimes they're out of this world! I am me. I have myself, since birth I must learn to not depend. Independent space of thought, independent space of physicality. Do this , do that. Who can see my smile I so desperately want to share. Perhaps I am alien as I continue my drift. I wave to the nearby planets. Nodding to the cosmic waves of my youth. I am not trapped. I simply just am. I breathe each breath in, nut no oxygen envelopes my lungs. Let go, stop fighting. Just continue. Earth is the tiny sticker on the park bench we call home. What happens when we are gone? Does anyone else care besides ourselves? Let me compare the ant and the magnifying glass. We control the death, slowly melting them, grinning with amuse and delight. They care, we don't. Space, more like space of mind. What we think is what we are and what we are is that very ant. Listen to the song of the galaxies' soul as the Andromeda and our begin to collide. It's all a part of the process - the process of getting old.