I have spent too much time spiralling in space, from one galaxy to another. Sucked by a black hole a couple of times and oh boy, all those floating carcasses of what used to be something? They keep getting in my way.
"Beep, beep!" There it goes again. I look at the display on my wrist.
"Your oxygen level is at 15%. Refill your tank."
I need to reach a home soon.
"Find the light, find the light in this dark space."- I whisper to myself.
But there are a trillion stars and it is getting harder to listen to the one that is calling my name.
- originally published in a book called "hundred/hundred: home", 2017.