Space

Sometimes

I like laying in the bed

of a moving pickup truck

at night

and staring up

at the stars.

It feels like I’m flying

through space.

Sometimes,

I remember

that we are.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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