14 June 2012
So I stare out at the stars, realise the distance so far. Wanting to reach out and be transported, in a blink of an eye teleported, into another word just like ours, where they have jobs and drive cars. Not only that, it gets weirder as a matter of fact... There's a guy staring at stars just like me, hoping for a miracle and something to believe... We exchange ideas, but there they have different criteria's. They experience to live, whilst we have nothing to give, but pieces of metal and paper, he replies there's no depressants on this crater... So I got blasted back to our natural zoo, and look up at the sky as another point of view...
Stars Above • Opuss № I