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.
