You wanted the sun.
I gave you the moon-
but only the stars could shine
even as we burned to ash
I enchanted the auroras
with my effervescent glow

It was not man’s dream
to walk the Earth, or gander at the spectacles in the sky—looking at shooting stars different in color and size that appeared white to our naked eyes.

The dream of an astronaut is that of a child.
Because children don't let go of their ambitions.

Always seeing all the colors of the moon lit stars, which is regular to them.

A telescope and a room filled with geniuses is the comparison here.
It was never ironic for the world's prodigies to consider taking a path in space exploration.

Willing to make a name for themselves, they would want to be as big as the sun.
With little to no care of what risk it might pose.

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The Day Of Launch:

“Apollo 11 was the first successful crewed mission to land humans on the Moon. Launched on July 16, 1969, the mission culminated in Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin becoming the first humans to walk on the lunar surface on July 20, 1969, fulfilling President Kennedy's 1961 goal.“

You looked at the magazines stapled together.

Today you walk grown ready to engage with bodies outside of your world.

The ship is titled upward and the rocket propelled directly up, the countdown is only brief—because of time.

Today or Tomorrow you have left Earth behind.

…

Distortion in Space, a place where everything is lost.

A time when a grown man wishes it was a dream—because of the foolishness of this world’s product…children.

What is there to know but what is unknown
To feel it so near yet never grasp it
Ponder at what lays ever beyond
The horizons of all understanding

To be at peace in grasping
All knowledge will never be attained
Yet we will search it out nonetheless
And our species will spend all its eons
Be they long or short

That our wonder may never cease

Please, give me space,
And all the stars above.
Here, the never ending sky,
A gaze of hopeless love.

Drench me in epiphany,
And hold on to my soul.
Filled by suns — galactic light,
Each step takes a tole.

Dance with me swiftly,
And let the void billow, bloom.
A sweet tango of lovers,
Kiss me — spark the fume.

Forever, oh ever, I'll dream,
Of the sky, the stars and space.
I'll let the cosmos drift on by,
As I take in every loving inch,

Of your sweet, heavenly face.


- C.c

my mother raising her long awaited grandchildren,
my father building his tenth construction project,
my sister in her most difficult criminal case yet,
my brother flying a steady flight (or perhaps surveying lands),
my friends calling if they can come around,
my clients asking for their mandatory appearance,
my cousins sleeping over my house,
my dreams lingering around, growing and growing
my love, you, beside me in every aging second
my story expanding through the rules of time
Older, we are,
and we are still here.

scream up and down
to give me more space
but when the
night comes
cold sets in
...
I just want you to hold me.

If there is space, you'll

start smiling because it is --


how you want to live!

i don't feel like the earth. i don't want to be earth. i am saturn and her rings. i'm the enormity of jupiter. i am venus, never able to be pinned down. i am not the earth, aching and dying slowly.