been a bit. still feel like shit. still. been thinking about how i feel. crossreferencing with media to try to find ways to process this feeling. ive found a lot of media that helps me realize it will be like this for a while. my life is becoming a perpetual revolving door of emotion and people. the crying comes. goes in a moment. comes back unexpected. at work. in calls. on my own. its dread. its envy. its sadness. its different everytime. ive been pondering a lot about laika. patron saint of one way trips. patron saint of never coming back. patron saint of never being allowed back. burning up in the atmosphere. unaware of her impact. im a handful of tragedies away from making my launch. whether it ends in death or a new home. may laika guide me. fly high cosmodog. may we find new homes among the stars, or burn up in orbit.
to never coming home.
-nmiv
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