Spacesuit

At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 'No matter where! No matter where! As long as it's out of the world!' - Charles Baudelaire To find the place where I belong, I have to leave from me. It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am, hence I fall back on removal pretty often. This question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul. But most of the time I don't get any answer. I have a secret landscape where I can breath as much air as I want. It is a meadow where she whispers to the silence and it blows like the beautiful song that the real world has never heard before. I feel like I am falling into the infinity; I get lost in her world and the real world becomes something inexplicable. It becomes vague, and the feeling makes me more than vague as it comes from the heart. Here, all you are seeing is my spacewalk costumes. With these, I live in the physical world and in my obsessive world all at once. I have to live in between here and there, I have to live through this strange journey. But this world is not smooth enough for spacewalk and it never will be. The sense of this bitter truth makes me weary in these suits everyday. In between this journey I've got a question to ask her from my soul instead of the answer. Don't you know me?