urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:ksenia ksenia. ksenia. 2008-02-28T04:58:48Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:ksenia:311 2008-02-28T04:58:11Z 2008-02-28T04:58:48Z <div align="justify"><font style="font-family:courier new;font-size:16px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:-1px;"><a href="http://www.scribbld.net/users/stage"><img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i162/stfuletskiss/pixels/curiousgeorgeastronaut.gif" align="right" width="40px" border="0"></a>I go out looking for astronauts. I walk slow. You might say I walk too slow. But someone once said they'd marry me because of my lack of pace. I walk even slower - just to make sure. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. I make a wish and watch it swim like a fish into the dog eat dog sky.<br /><br />I walk as slowly as I can. Avoiding the cracks. Never looking back. It is my only plan. It is my only care. Please don't stare. I know they're out there. Astronauts. Hovering. Out of sink. Above the horizon. Below the radar. Graceful. Shy. Disconnected. Watching the world from way up high.<br /><br /><div align="right"><small>^{all my friends are astronauts.}</small></font></div></div>