I must have been out there for years

I was recruited to some infantry of cosmic seeking soldiers, they sacrificed something that can’t be described by any words yet, put their trust in the man who claims to kill the least people on his rise to leader.

I stood at their new found frontier. Nobody patrols the frontiers, I found that comforating.

I decided to go out first. If there was life out there, what would it look like? I bet I can come close, they’ll see and they’ll know exactly in that moment what my drawings meant, the same way my five year old athiest-raised self knew what the cross represented the first time having seen it from a classmate having unknowingly proselytized their faith (all faith) by bringing it to show-and-tell.

If quantum-entanglement exists, if it succeeds in bridging magic to physics, then I had completely been devoured by life beyond earth. I must’ve been out their for years. It was all that mattered. Concepts like flight became pointless knowing that flight only existed in an atmosphere with our specific air density and the adrenaline kick resulting from our unadapted fear of falling. Limitations were more than often kinky desires to feel tension with a freedom we already have. I don’t want to know all this yet, I don’t want to be jaded for having accidentally been converted cosmonaut, let me be jaded because someone hurt me, bring me back with a fist

let me fall, faster and faster

stars blur into lines

I catch fire

I hope you can see me

Suddenly everything black and quiet before I am human again.