RADIONIC

Everyday the same mistake

everyday the same gray

I'm akin to understanding what goes down in my heart, since it is an interestelar mess. Like a meteor I wonder through the universe of my own existence, so fast. And so scared that maybe I will hit another planet. Once I hit this planet, one of us will wind up destroyed.It is more likely to be me. 

Will I ever stop running away like this? A spacecraft. Flying in gigantic circles around. My heart's gravity - pulling me back to the same route, where everything started. Where I left. 

Knowing there is a galaxy inside of me I reckon it is - then - easier to get lost. But the journey to find my way back is joyful. When you're lost, you're free. Chasing the sun like a desoriented bug, following the light because it is beautiful and warm. 

Isn't it the same way within ourselves? Seeking desperately for an easier environment to dwell. Seeking for shelters. Or am I just weak at heart? Scared to sucumb to any sentiment. 

Be the moon my opposite then, yet not even slightly unlike me. Praying for the light that doesn't belong to me. But when it's mine, it's mine. 

Being lost is being free

the only problem is that you

oversee

any trace of destiny

Destiny to be