Gravity,

Perhaps zero gravity.

The starving beast has awakened,

Struggles, but cannot be free.

Want to grow a pair of wings,

But cannot escape this gravity planet.

"We are all a part and only a part of this world. "...

An astronaut,

Floating in space.

Want to touch that borderline,

zero gravity.

Where the light of all the stars meets.

Yet cannot get rid of his space suits.

It's time to put the mask back on.

I am a human mimicking slime…

I have been observing people lately.

Parents with their kids,

Fast-walking person with suits on,

A young boy and a young girl,

A curious foreigner with a backpack.

Maybe, and just maybe.

I can turn into a beetle,

and fly away.

The sky will be my drawing board,

The grass can be my bed.

Raindrop can be my fountain,

The moon can be my friend.

It seems like everything will be amazing,

In that zero gravity.

I will be free,

In ALL gravity.

The liquid of static noise,

Flood my sense of consciousness.

It always reminds me,

" You are not living, but reacting."

Perhaps, we are all castaways,

In some worlds,

At some time,

With someone…

The astronaut removed his space suits.

His flesh and blood floating freely, in the universe.

In zero gravity, with all the gravity.

“Please don’t read Mein Kampf.”

-Me