When you are forging your spaceship, can you make room for me? Make it a seat right next to yours so that I may lay my head on your shoulder and pour my soul out to you? //
Just you, me & outer space; in deep exploration of places we've never been before. Taking in sights so beautiful that you wouldn't mind if you went blind afterwards because you have reached the pinnacle of that sense. //
Give me your hand, while we no longer are confined to the chains of gravity; we can truly get high and fly, with no weight on our shoulders; just you, me & outer space. //
I wouldn't get tired of being stuck there with you, because you intrigue me in such a way that I want to learn something new about you everyday and by the time we return to earth I will know you, front to back. All these things happening when we take a break from this world as we know it; just you, me, & outer space. //
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