Astronaut

I fell in again.

The grey clouds speak in monotone, reflecting the environment of my inner space. Silhouettes of churches a other structures provide contrast between the soft omnipresent glow. The cars move past unaffected and driven with purpose while I remain here stationary. Watching. Not moving.

The cold winter air reminds me that outside is a void of life and that I'm basically an astronaut every time I go out there. An emptiness like the surface of the moon. The only thing that preserves me is the suit I wear to accommodate these conditions. Without it I'm as lifeless as the icy surfaces I tread on.

Times like this I have to force myself to remember the spring time. This is all temporary and I'm on vacation in this dead world. To keep myself alive and hopeful I have the memorabilia for the other world.

Consume it and remember. I'll find my way back.