TWILLY's blog: "Others speak for me so much better"

Anti-gravity device fails

Nitrogen generator fails

I must go outside

And either adjust to oxygen

Or die

I slow my heart rate

And mentally prepare

For when that dented door slowly opens

It creaks and whines as it shows me

By increments

A new world

Like my drowning dreams

I can inexplicably breathe

A foreign substance

It makes my brain move in a strange way

But not alarming

Or crippling

Just different

Accepting my new home