dancing on the edge of Andromeda
planets of pink trees and blue grass
animals of strange proportions
infinite possibilities of people
strangeness of otherwordly physics
warp tunnels to endless planets
cruising among the space rocks
I wish I was out there
I don't really belong
but
I tell myself I'm already here
a floating blue ball in our little galaxy
into whatever is held in the stars beyond
Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 12:39 AM UTC
dancing on the edge of Andromeda
planets of pink trees and blue grass
animals of strange proportions
infinite possibilities of people
strangeness of otherwordly physics
warp tunnels to endless planets
cruising among the space rocks
I wish I was out there
I don't really belong
but
I tell myself I'm already here
a floating blue ball in our little galaxy
into whatever is held in the stars beyond
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