Touching the stars

Sunlight is so real. I’m lying on my back. Floating through the space on my mattress. Touching the stars. Taking sun in my arms for a strong warm hug. Burning my hands. With broken wings falling back to earth. Waking up. Getting prepared. It’s so important that nothing else matter. Today I broke windshield again. Stupid people. It’s not their fault. I can not help them. I must be the wise one and leave. I must find the energy to finalize mu preparations. This trip is so important for the people. Small step for myself.

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