It is scribble note of the story.

gravity/sign
body/mind
narrow/wide
home/unknown world
darkness/light
gloomy/clearly
terra/stella
maris/celes

idel/empty

etc

- - -

There was no justification for existence in the star in which I was born.
It had become muddy too much.

I connected memory stars for living meaning.
they are too far. and too many.
All the thread which spreads in hung me.

flow.

free.

What thing can fly without gravity?


I will cut it.
will, I become a shootingstar and will destroy my home.

/my earth bound