wandering amongst the stars// the lost astronaut.

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

truthfully, i can't remember how i got here.

this celestial cosmos
is so beautiful, enchanting
and feels like home now
but i always wonder
where my first home was.
it's a shame i can't remember.

i let my mind wander sometimes,
allow the pit of imagination in my head
spill out and over,
flooding in my skull until i can't
think straight anymore and i
don't know what's real
and what's not.

i imagine that

i was in a tragical accident,
and was the sole survivor

or that i was sent here as a test
to see how long i could survive
on my own

or that i was born on a faraway planet,
and that a humble, yet firm mentor taught me
curiosity, and love;
and erased my memories
to remain a mystery.
sometimes i still hear their
wise sayings
echoing in my ears.

there are so many wonderful origin stories
i can create!
i can be whoever i want to be
and no one can tell me otherwise.

i love being lost in my fantasies.
they're so vivid that
i can almost convince myself
they're real
but then i realize
they're not.

what's real, you ask?

that at first, i felt like i couldn't escape.
no matter how far i floated, even if i thought
i reached the non-existent ends of the universe
i was still here, by myself.

what's not my imagination?

that as time passed
i started being blinded by light.
the sun lit a fire in my soul
(she's very kind, indeed)
and the stars became the warmth
i never knew i needed.

— in time, i fell in love with this place. sometimes, your imagination can save you.