I’m a planet.
I, like them, feel surrounded.
Surrounded and Isolated.
How is that even possible?
I used to think being alone was hard.
Now I realize that I feel alone in a room full of people,
and that’s even harder.
I worry my planet is missing something.
Missing the will to keep moving.
But I know that I must, for I am a planet that will not burn out.
(-DF-03/04/16-)