Hard Corners

I wish to leave this planet. Not take my own life. Just leave. I wish I could be somewhere else, another planet, another galaxy, another universe. One with endless lush life, lacking the hard corners of the man-made world. Just the lines and curves of what naturally exists.

I wish I could be transported through the stars, to look out the protective plate of glass and whisper Here we go to those who may or may not be able to hear me, to the heavenly bodies neighboring me, to the empty space surrounding me. I wish to discover that new home, to start fresh and anew, to feel alien rock beneath my feet and alien gravity pulling me down.

And yet, in spite of everything, this planet I'm on has endless lush life. I can look out the window right now and see hundreds of trees surrounding a small lake, an independent ecosystem that thrives off of a lack of human contact. I can breathe in the breeze and exhale that air back into the universe, each time sending little pieces of me out on the wind. Who's to say I could do that on another planet?

@Dream