“It’s like we are all over here in our own spaceships” — things overheard on facetime from your partners’ Father.
Are we in space? Technically we are floating on Earth and that is a part of Outerspace, the Solar System, Galaxy, and Universe.
Will I ever get off of this Spaceship?
How many more times will my Spaceship change before I land on some stable surface?
Maybe I’ll but a motorhome van-type thing and become a car space ship. A car-ship. A car-van-ship. A car-ship-van. A car-type thing. A quarantine mobile to take me away from wherever I am and put me where I need to be. A place to continue on and keep following the dream.
Or would a ship, ship be better as a spaceship? A ship and a space ship. A ship could be a space ship if we are already in space. Would I get a yacht? Duh.
In my mind, everything is more lavish.
My spaceship is already taking off and looking down on my past life. Was it a dream? When I would look down on the world from the window of my plane-ship.
I used to love looking out the window of the plane.
I would never have a movie on. Only my music and the flight map.
The flight map. Flight. Map. Maps of flying. Flying my airship, spaceship, plane-ship, dream-ship. My Dreamliner. My 757. The torture of the person next to me in the middle seat. TAKE ME BACK.
Sweat on me.
Sleep on me.
Bump my elbow.
Wake me up.
Talk to me.
Do whatever you must but while you’re at it, take me back to my old life.
The life I once had in the sky. The life of unknown adventure and destination. The life ship, spaceship world key in my hand. When all I needed was my Passport.
A passport.
A dream.
A destination.
“I live in Brooklyn but I am never there because I travel so much…”
Will I ever say that sentence again?
The life I took for granted. The life I would complain about so often. Why am I here and not there? Why am I there and not here?
But did I take it for granted? I did so much in so little time. I moved as much as I could. I got on the spaceship every chance I could. I went without plans and with plans. I went with strangers, friends, lovers, family, and solo.
I rarely said no.
I sacrificed some for others. Good for bad. I took some chances knowing others would be lost to me forever. When I took a risk I took it in a different way than financial. I took the risk of losing all around me to find myself. Was it worth it?
Hell yes!
Will I ever regret getting on a plane to Paris with a broken heart and a one-way ticket?
Hell no!
Planes. Trains. Automobiles. Boats. Bikes. Shooters. My own two feet.
Plane-ship.
Train-ship.
Car-ship.
Ship-ship.
Bike-ship.
Scooter-ship.
Feet-ships.
Ship. Ship. Ship. Ship. Ship. Ship. Ship.
Shit…