A beautiful natural space that humans invariably convert into a collection of commodities that can only be enjoyed for a price, filled with humans who think they are the center if that universe and are therefore commodities themselves. Also rocks and space dust.
Escapism, freedom from the limitations of my chemically fractured body. And most importantly, within that void there is nothing but relief. Relief is the act of floating in space, with no directions and no organisation. (I mean that literally… not a metaphor. I like the idea of being encased in a directionless void.)
I can imagine the coldness of space floating the hollow space in my soul. I would be at peace even if I was just lifelessly hanging around in orbit, as a corpse.
Damn… if only space travel was as simple as catching a taxi, purposely detaching yourself from a safety harness once you land.
Yeah… I’m aimlessly rambling now. It is hard to keep your thoughts in tune with anhedonia.
I was in my room. Crying. All afternoon… my dog died. My bestfriend, my everything. I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know if I’ll be okay…. I feel so alone… now I’m wondering if you posted this because you felt how sad I was. Maybe the universe called you for me. I have tried reaching out to a few people and nothing has helped everyone just makes me feel worse. I looked at the stars all the time with my dog. I’m hurting so much.
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A beautiful natural space that humans invariably convert into a collection of commodities that can only be enjoyed for a price, filled with humans who think they are the center if that universe and are therefore commodities themselves. Also rocks and space dust.
I see nowhere to grab. I see handholds, they’re everywhere, but they’re just…emptiness. I also think I see Jupiter, way out there, on the left.
Escapism, freedom from the limitations of my chemically fractured body. And most importantly, within that void there is nothing but relief. Relief is the act of floating in space, with no directions and no organisation. (I mean that literally… not a metaphor. I like the idea of being encased in a directionless void.)
I can imagine the coldness of space floating the hollow space in my soul. I would be at peace even if I was just lifelessly hanging around in orbit, as a corpse.
Damn… if only space travel was as simple as catching a taxi, purposely detaching yourself from a safety harness once you land.
Yeah… I’m aimlessly rambling now. It is hard to keep your thoughts in tune with anhedonia.
I was in my room. Crying. All afternoon… my dog died. My bestfriend, my everything. I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know if I’ll be okay…. I feel so alone… now I’m wondering if you posted this because you felt how sad I was. Maybe the universe called you for me. I have tried reaching out to a few people and nothing has helped everyone just makes me feel worse. I looked at the stars all the time with my dog. I’m hurting so much.