Captain’s Log: Star Date Alpha 7154,

Adrift throughout the cosmos I have found myself at awe
However, this is not with the planetary construction of these heavenly bodies
Nor of thee radiance regarding those celestial seraphic stars…
No honestly, such anomalies are quite common to me now…What I speak of is something much more existential
One dimensional, perhaps a bit comical to an omnipresent, omnipotent god

Let me encompass my anguish further, so that you may understand

The data provided by my starship’s schematics indicates that my propulsion systems are obsolete,
And as I stated before, I am simply drifting
Drifting through this infinite universe finding myself overwhelmed at the sounds of my solitude
It never occurred to me that loneliness could be such a maddening opposition
An emotional condition, which is causing me to abandon what I or we have ever considered as sanity

…Was there a we? I’m not sure…

Everything seems rather augmented and, yet somehow artificial, as if a fantasy became real
I have been astray on this voyage for close to a year’s time
My three-other shipmate have been deprived of life, and as it looks, I wonder closely behind

Six months ago, the crew went into a cryogenic stasis as to perverse the lengths of their lives as we traveled
Thus, I too was meant to dream in a frozen slumber alongside my comrades
But something belonging to an enigma took place before my frigid sleep… an extraordinary event developed,
Where from the center of our galaxy, a galactic wide electrical magnetic pulse, reverberated…therefore

Most of the starship’s systems were damaged, our communication broad lied riven, and I saw death in my eyes
The main life support went off line for an extended period-of-time,
Thereby, if it wasn’t for my beloved exo-suit, my last thought, would have been a suffocating goodbye
Horrid is the notion regarding one’s own demise, a parley, the dismay that could eclipse the divine

I digress among the isolation that breaths
Nevertheless, speaking of that, oh so holy deity…maybe this is how God felt preluding the universe’s genesis
Possibly, our purpose is to rid him of his own alienation, why else create creatures paring a conscious complex
Relevant empathy I suppose… or purpose to the stars that sit currently as my only friends to converse with
The echoing screams of silence attributed to the vast nothingness are indeed abysmal

Captain’s Log: Star Date Omega – 7154………End

~ Ren’ee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

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