No Contact.
Floating on the orbiting sphere.
There is no contact; there are signs of life.
I can feel and hear the wind.
For me, it is the existence of life.
Contact is the peril in my mind.
I covet happiness while I sacrifice happiness.
The moon glows as always.
A blue moon only affirms the hopelessness we sometimes feel.
It is there; it is not there.
Like a glimmer spreading through an eclipsed pinhole, it is there.
We know we are there. You know you are there.
Sometimes we feel like we are not there.
Many of us feel like we are not acknowledged.
Surrounded by millions, we still feel alone at times.
Our favorite colors change with our moods.
We do not accept everyday life as most of you do.
You know who you are.
Sometimes we shout, but we can not be heard.
We whisper, to get our point across…sometimes it works.
We know when we have won, although losing can be winning.
We know how to fix it even if we do not share the solution.
We yell at the sky inside our minds.
No Contact.
If I have a good day it is not because of you or them.
The perception of good and bad is sad sometimes.
But I am okay, I am not mad! I am evolving faster than normal…I think.
I look back; we look forward beyond the shadows.
Shadows not formed by diffraction, but by reaction.
Do you really think you are alone?
Will you pray or moan, or cry or sigh, or lie?
Do we really matter?…are we just minions in the universe?
What or who made us…I do not think it is a bearded man somehow.
We are chemical reactions, like a salamander twitching in the mud.
Or are we, a Neanderthal running in the meadow?
We are all. We are one. We are many.
The conscience we have developed must exist in planetary forms.
How can we be so conceited?
The organic materials that make you and I are elements of the universe.
How can we be the only ones?
We are not the only ones; and being alone is incomprehensible!
Billions of stars…millions of galaxies…we are not alone.
The difficulty of existing is choosing to be acknowledged.
Like Pluto, we have been deemed lesser now.
Is knowledge really power? Or, should our thoughts remain subjective?
When I look in the mirror today, what will I see?
No Contact.
I really do not care what people think.
I am not a genius, but I am smarter than most of you reading this…especially the ones scratching their heads!
I am smarter than those who have undeserved power!
You know who you are…
What goes around comes around eventually, they say.
Respect those who help to spread your word.
Should I feel bad for feeling bad?
I feel good sometimes too, but I do not have to define why I am feeling good.
I know…this does not make sense to the lucky ones who do not understand.
Just remember, a smile can sometimes be disguised.
If I sing to the stars, I can relish the song in my thoughts…for infinity.
There is life on this sphere, although I am still looking for contact.
In your eyes…my eyes…there is an answer.
We can find a way through the universe inside our minds.
The journey will take light years, but I am confident there is an end.
There must be light to gray this darkness.
How can we be so different, yet so similar in our being.
Identity is a lonely place in space between the stars.
I keep floating away, but I am still tethered to my existence.
There is only one way to be found after you fall.
If you look into the mirror you will find the answer.
No Contact.
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