you may call me a lost astronaut
because you see me floating here
all by myselfspiralling through the darkness
so unnoticed that sometimes
i don't even notice myself.i don't like being called lost
because i am full ofwonder
love
and
curiosity.
you may not see it
as it's hidden under my reflective helmet
(but that doesn't mean it's not there!)— maybe one day, you will call me something other than lost. i want to have a purpose.
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wandering amongst the stars// the lost astronaut.
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