Last night, I was a planet hurling through the vast expanses of space. I saw
stars all around me, so impossibly far away...
what are those distant places like?
Around me, a moon orbited. Foolish thing. What was it doing here,
out in the cold darkness, and why was it circling me? I don't recall when I
first became aware of its presence.
around
and around
and around, it went
It filled me with a sense of both nausea and comfort. I wasn't alone out
here.
I was a planet, with a moon.
or maybe i was just a bored, hopelessly inebriated, lost boy who was laying in the
middle of a park at an ungodly hour of the night, staring at the sky,
watching with bemused fascination as a jogger -- who for some inexplicable reason
was carrying a hockey stick -- ran laps around him.
I felt like a planet, anyway.