I didn’t know it would turn out like this. Me floating in space hundreds of thousands of light years away from my home planet, Earth. How I’m alive also baffles me but it soon transfers into the fear of the unknown and again death. Mortality. I do have that right? So how did I get here and how do I know exactly where I am? But I’m alive. I’m alive. But how did I get here? Why am I here? My thoughts will swirl around and around to become my greatest enemies. What did they say in therapy? Stay in the present moment? I’m floating. Wandering. Floating and panicking. Floating and drifting from sanity. Floating and dying slowly.