Most days I wish I could be somewhere else. I get so fed up with quarentine and seeing the same faces at the super market, at streets, around town. Feel like I’m trapped here. It sucks.
My only escape is looking up at the stars because it gives me hope. Helps me cope with all the crap I deal with everyday nowadays.
When I stare up at the stars at night, I go on these mind travel journeys. Just me and my telescope and together we can go in any direction and get away from anything.
I’ll spend hours in my balcony, on my deck trying to make discoveries. It’s the only thing that makes me feel connected to something greater than myself.
It would be romantic if my last name was galaxy. like Mr. Galaxy. romantic haha