I hang up my ugly papier-mâché moon for me to rest on. I sit, having parked my hand-sewn polyester patchwork blimp, deflating beneath the rough stitches my unskilled fingers formed, by my clustered smattering of haphazardly painted stars.
I have been travelling alone in my silent, incomplete galaxy for quite some time now and I am tired.
But I am grateful to have this moment of rest from trying to render it. I find my nook, and settle in her warm embrace. I stare into the dark sky which I myself painted in streaky black oil-base and I wonder: how did I end up in this place?
Before me created from paper and clay are my memories in the shape of stars and planets in order to try to light the way and to understand where I am right at this moment, or where it is I am going to next.
At times like this it is easy to despair and feel like I am lost.
However, I smile to myself. For I know, though it looks messy, my incomplete universe is part of the unfinished project that is my existence within it.
I have much to learn, but I have learned so much, and the hands that have made all that is around me have also been the hands which have stitched the broken pieces of me and of my means of travel back together every time it has all fallen apart.
And so, on the crevice of my moon in the oily black sky in my incomplete galaxy, I am proud of the work I have done And I am proud Of the journey I am on And I am proud of how far I have come.
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