You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine, and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?
Everything's going to be fine.

Sunday, July 31


Orbital Departures

So long, Astrogirl.

We know you have to leave us now
Though you might wish to stay;
The curtain falls, you take your bow,
And turn to walk away.

The cast and crew all gather round
You make your last encore
Theatre stills, there's not a sound
As you head for the door.

This time you've shared with us was brief -
So bright your star did burn.
Yet in our hearts lives this belief:
Some day you might return.

And so we'll keep watching the sky
Although it's just a maybe
And we won't say that it's "Goodbye",
But, "See you, Beeg Space Baby".

And even though you've spread your wings
And set out on your own,
No matter what the future brings
You're not alone -
We're not alone.

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