plutoprojector

i made this letter in a conscious state, from the bottom of my heart. i don't know what time or season is going on there. which is clear, i want to say be happy with whatever the situation is, hopefully, you will always be given safety and blessings.

there is a song that has been stuck on my head lately, the lyrics are heartbreaking and make me ponder several times. Mr. Bowie, i want to say thankyou for creating a verse and a tune that is pretty wild on ears but has a deep meaning, also has created a fictional astronaut named Major Tom in your song 'space oddity. to the person that i adore, Major Tom, maybe you can't read this or maybe you will never find the existence of this letter but thankyou very much for being present in the form of fiction, even though that i have never found you in person.

yes, this is a letter for you, Major Tom. i pretend to write this to treat my despair at not being able to meet you.

my first introduction was greeted by a ground control monitoring making sure you were wearing a helmet and carrying a protein pill. the engine counts down and your spaceship lifts off. ground control ask,

“if you dare to leave your capsule, then do it.”

a moment later the ground control get the response from you,

“i stepped through the door and floated most peculiarly but the stars today are very different.”

you said enthusiastically, then pensive because you are just alone there sitting on a tin can looking at the vastness of the universe,

“planet earth looks blue from up here and there's nothing i can do.”

Major Tom, don't you miss home? your wife probably waiting while cooking your favorite dish.

Major Tom, ground control said that was something wrong and at that moment couldn't hear your voice again. sadly, since then you disappeared, either dead or maybe accompanying the Sirius to become the brightest star.

Major tom, did loneliness outside of space be that painful?