Space

Sometimes

I like laying in the bed

of a moving pickup truck

at night

and staring up

at the stars.

It feels like I’m flying

through space.

Sometimes,

I remember

that we are.

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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