STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 15

Thanks to Teg for the photoshopping

I guess I(‘)m
Empty, alone
Stopped

Far out
In the light
Behind the stars

As far away…

The last One
Sent careless(ly)
Over
Lone, probably insane, astronuat sent out into the abysses between the stars. Slowly his mind begins to eat itself.  He trusts no one, not even himself
Lone, probably insane, astronuat sent out into the abysses between the stars. Slowly his mind begins to eat itself.
He trusts no one, not even himself

Author: falselogic

Doesn’t mix well with polite company; his two favorite topics being politics and religion. Would rather be out cycling, swimming, running, or camping. Misspent his youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.