Thu, 28 Feb 2008 04:58:11 GMT

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.

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.

^{all my friends are astronauts.}

ksenia.