Falling down

You’re sitting in your room, meditating. The floor is covered in dense fog. As the fog floats away, so does the floor. And walls. And ceiling. You’re falling through endless dark space at the speed of light, trying to hold onto anything. You realize you have wings. You are flying.

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How am I supposed
To take care of
My daily chores

There’s a
Bottomless abyss

Right here in my
Living room

My dear
You always wanted
To go to space


Space is nothing but a
Black bottomless void

Not just under your feet
But everywhere

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