Godmama Says…
a buncha stuff.

gravity

Sometimes being an alien makes you feel special.  Sometimes it just makes you lonely as hell for a place where people understand you easily without putting you on trial or making you feel crazy for feeling your feelings or being your being.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”   Sometimes you just want to be around people who hear your fucking music… and know how to dance to it.

Sometimes being an alien makes you feel like a star:  otherworldly, unique, shining .  Sometimes being an alien for too long just makes you feel like an alien.  People tend to want to reject that which they can’t figure out.  Sometimes that sucks ass.  Sometimes it just makes you want to fly far away from the place where you’re treated like a stranger.

But then sometimes when your brain is  being a melodramatic teenager and thinking “nobody in the whole world understands me”, you remember that  pretty much everybody feels that way at different points… and so how can you be an alien when you’re just like everybody else?  But how can you be like everybody else when nobody can figure you out or dig your groove?

And then you just get fed up and want to strap yourself to a missile and shoot yourself into the stars…
cuz they’re pretty…
and it seems quiet up there…
and gravity is seriously getting you down.

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One Response to “gravity”

  1. Sometimes it’s better knowing we can dream about feeling comforted among the stars.


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