NOBODY IS
GOING TO MAKE ME GIDDY ABOUT THE MOON. NOBODY IS GOING TO
MAKE THE STARS LOOK A LITTLE BRIGHTER. THE MOON WILL BE JUST
THE MOON. AND THE STARS WILL BE FARTHER THAN EVER. AND
OUTERSPACE WILL BE THE PLACE I LONG TO BE, JUST ORBITING BY
MYSELF. AND WHEN I LOOK DOWN AND SEE THE EARTH, IT WILL BE
JUST THE EARTH. I WILL NOT ROMANTICZE THE ROBIN EGG
OCEANS,THE ICE CAPPED MOUNTAINS, OR THE EMERALD FORESTS. I
WILL JUST RECOGNIZE IT AS A PLACE I DID NOT BELONG; A PLACE I
DID NOT WANT TO BELONG. YOU SEE, OCEANS ARE VASTS, MOUNTAINS
ARE ROCKY, AND IN THE FORESTS THERE ARE WILD BEASTS. SOME
PEOPLE ARE NOT MEANT TO BE ADVENTURERS. SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT
TO JUST OBSERVE; JUST MEANT TO ORBIT. I KNOW MY SOFT, PINK
HANDS WILL NEVER BE JAGGED AND I KNOW MY STRAWBERRY MOUTH
WILL NEVER CUT ANYTHING. MAYBE THIS WAY MY GOLD EYES WILL
NEVER WEEP, BUT THEY WILL CONTINUE TO PERCEIVE FROM A
FAR.
