Space

I used to walk in space on my day off from work,
to step back from my life and gain some perspective.
The day they closed space to the public was the day
I went insane. On that day I quit my job, shaved my
head, and got a tattoo of the man on the moon whom
I'd never have a chance to speak with again.

I've grown more neurotic as each day passes. It is day
7,140. Nineteen years we've been kept out of the one
place which belonged to us all, and no one seems to
remember. Some call me paranoid but this is an untruth.
I am not scared of anything which we shouldn't all be
afraid of. They say I am out of my mind, but if that's
the case, then why can't I go for a walk into space?

Why do they stop me every time I try? If i were insane
wouldn't I be able to continue on being as insane as
I used to be? What kind of insanity blocks out it's own
insanity? No, I'm not paranoid. They are out to get me.
Out to get us. I don't know what they did, or why no
one else remembers space, but I do, and it was beautiful.

by Thorne
posted on 05/01/2008