There's one thing I've been fearing of. Following the gravity. It's supposed to be a cosmic matter. But human is the loneliest species after all. On earth, human survive by following the gravity. While on the moon, they simply don't. Instead, they survive by manipulating it. And some people have to manipulate it on earth, too. Cause the purity of science has been flawed since god-complexity plagued us.
It's been a long time since I sold my heart for extra reason, with some spicy topping on and ice cubes below. Been a long time since I sold the feelings until my satellite broke down and bounce me off. Up to the moment when antoine de saint-exupéry led my way out. But he never showed me way to home. Then I finally learned there never any way back home. A way back is a myth. By following the gravity, I'm willing to walk for 2511 hours. Just for a cup of tea and half cup of coffee. Perhaps a little dance, too. And surprisingly, it feels good to practice my clumsy English writing by confiding surreptitiously.