‘Friend Ship’

Sometimes I like to blast off…
Alone, 
In a friend ship…
Necessary that I take it for a rip,
By myself…
To the middle of nowhere—
Which sure feels like somewhere, to me. 
Out there I see…different people—
Who I was, who I am, and who I still can be. 
I sift through so many memories and experiences…
Gratitude is the celestial latitude, 
Of all that I know. 
Every time I go
I come back, happy. 
Surrounded by friendship…

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