I’m too afraid to go to outerspace
because what if i get sick and throw up on my new hairstyle. Or in getting stuck floating through the wonders. Would it be a peaceful way to go, or is suffocating, still suffocating.
The stars sit so comfortably in its’ galaxy hold.
The relationships between it all up there, be so delicate and firm.
The sky is never the limit.
and maybe the galactic beauty that melts my heart bones and leaves a thick layer of motivation, is always ever the drive to do and be better.