the lost galaxy journal

as l sit up say shame on the moon at midnight for places l have been and things l've 👀 in my life, because this line of coolness keeps me wide awake l cannot think about a dream. the voice in my head is constantly thinking, and talking science can not be brought to my attention for other things, l never know what they are trying to come up with. The possibility is endless 👀, it could be anything from a self-propelled hoe mower to a spaceship in a far away galaxy that no one even knows about that doesn't exist in this world. oh, well, I'm this journal now and will be for a few days. l'm glad l have my phone with me because l don't have the pleasure of holding someone, and the voice can't be real because l'm all alone this new journey to a galaxy on outer space by myself. between seas and galaxies and moons l stepped on the same land l dreamed under the stars as you.