thottiewisa

I'm lost, in this vast place you call space. I'm in my own world though, this place is all so familiar, it makes my mind melancholic, but happy in such a peculiar way, I feel both high to the next system of stars, but yet so down to this place. I cannot reach you, i cut the long magnificent clothe of space  to get here, i don't know why. This tree is a dogwood, how do i know what that is? Who told me that? Where is home. This must be my origin, where i was made, by another me. I can travel such long distance, yet ill never find them. They exist, I wouldn't if they didn't. How do i know that? I don't know anything. I can see the stars from her