When I am faster than light, I will never shine that bright. The big bang in my heart, will tear me apart. Why nature have to be that hard and only gives me another start. How many endings it have to take before I transform to an earthquake. Physics is bad since I’m fleeing being hit by a bat.

So high in the sky with love, as human calls it haven, so miserable and weak if I’m in hell. No wonder they always asking me “Do you feeling well”. 

Is it the tears in my eye’s why i only see the sky.  And not realize I’m falling from high.

Some days I’m praying for peace. Living without going into my knees. Wandering around without being seen, almost if I’m not a human been. Alone on mars even if it seems harsh.