looking back, one cannot seem to recollect where they've come from. where one feeble instance turns into another, all the rest mimic themselves in such a way that no one shows any notice. to trace back such steps - the last morsels of our childhood - would be a feat only ever dreamed of. dreams of castles and worlds beyond the sun; pirrouetting cosmonauts humming lullabyes to the children they'll never meet. hoping that we'll never fail them, that we'll live up to what we've claimed to become so they can merely make our acquaintance. they've seen our miracles; they've seen our destruction at it's finest.
let this be my tribute to spacemen.
a fond yawn and our emotions stretch out their joints once again. lying on the ground, belly up, snorting little puffs of sun whose taste is all too much like the snow from last may. turning over, hands gripping to the stalks of grass, leaving teethmarks in the sand, you realize dreamily that the land is yours. every last bit of mile has your footprint imbedded into it - a natural insignia that goes unnoticed. you look around and wonder where everyone has gone. where the memories had evaporated to; where had your feelings of only months before run off to. apathy sets still in your stomach and shakes hands with the beating vibrations of your heart - hello, dear friend; fancy meeting you again. you stumble through the lies and the what you told who and the things they had spat out at you. foolishly, you believed them. you heard their words ring true and thought nothing else could possibly matter.
you thought the world could stand still.
