Isolated

Isolated.
He is on top of the world, quite literally. Him,
Glancing down at the serene, azure planet and all the while
Gently drifting into the infinite darkness.

Isolated.
The suit stuffy and fogged up from the hurried puffs of panic.
The universe is blanketed by inky blackness
In the charcoal arms of the heavens, he waits.

Isolated.
Peaceful galaxies in the distance, encompassed by darkness
Hovering; an equal to planets and stars and galaxies and nebulae.
Weightless and alien; a disturbance in the tranquillity of space.

Isolated.
The grim silence is deafening and
He has accepted the impossibility of safety but still
Yearning to soar across the universe, to unearth secrets, to seek, to find.

Isolated.
The blank sky tenderly caresses him but
There is now no fear, panic or horror. He suffers silently
It is silent, even though there may be trillions of others.

Isolated.
Everything is out there.
So many untouched, undiscovered realms
An impenetrable void, a for-now unknown mystery.

Isolated

Isolated.
The air may be crisp and the light may be missing but
Everything is out there.
Isolated.