Astrospace


when i was young there was a place i could go called Astrospace.

it was mine! it was cool. it was fun! it was peace. i could share it with my best friends if i wanted to.

when the world left me in a place that i didn't want to be, Astrospace would be there with a safe, calm, thinking space for me.

when dark monsters from under my bed and scary creaking sounds took hold of me, with one quick sendoff to Astrospace i'd be.

 
but then i started getting older and the whole world began to change.

there were the laws of Newton and Einstein, Edison and Freud. oh boy! suddenly Astrospace wasn't what i thought it was at all!

those darn smarty-pants scientist, astronomers, and mathematicians defined my faraway secret place making it painfully real.

they made it a place i didn't recognize, counted and named my secret stars and planets, they stole Astrospace right out from under me!


The scary noises are no longer unreal creatures in the dark night, but the realities of sirens and people shouting, fighting, and hurting each other everyday.

And the monsters have changed too, my new monsters are never ending homework, making all the perfect choices for my future, being on the outside of cool, feeling awkward with myself all of the time, and my best friends have gone away too.

 
I’ve been left with this shoddy thing called darkspace.

It’s not for sharing.

It’s cold.

It’s unfriendly.

It’s not for me.

Now, I'm just wandering around looking for my new astrospace. My new calm, safe, thinking place. Peace.

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