For the ones who see in colors that only exist in the cosmos. The ones who dream of a stranger world. Those deemed bizarre. For the misfits, oddballs, and the curious. For the ones who feel alien at times.
Our world is inhabited by people claiming humanity with a loaded gun in one hand and a dose of anti-depressants in the other. So who are we to judge what alien is? Because if this is humanity, I don’t know that I want to be human. We may be rooted to this planet, but I won’t stutter when I say that our minds are full of stars, and our bodies from them.
Defy the odds.
Find your weird.
Dare to be different.
Stand up for what’s right.
And use your body to travel as far as one lifetime will allow.
To the universe and back,