Friday, December 9, 2011

The world spins quickly, throwing me into orbit.

I'm in a space of my own now, in space.

Not on this planet anymore, because really; who wants me here?

I can act surprised all I want, but what was I expecting?

Wait, "Not on this planet anymore," Implying that I still am.
"Who wants me here?" implying that I'm still where I was.

I don't know why I still say things like that,
when I was never on this planet to begin with.

(***that planet)

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