Days like this,
where sorrow exist,
I want to goto space
Sit upon the moon
admire bright stars
and erase my swolen
remains

Maybe then,
in a place of darkness,
and hope,
I won't feel so alone

I'd drift in space
passing motionless objects,
hoping to find someone
of the same sadness

Maybe then,
in conversation
and story telling,
I won't feel so abandoned