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When the existential crisis hits you hard for the 4th time this week✌️

galaxy dreaming

Well folks we’ve done it. Pt. 4 is finally here, and so ends our journey through the Space Garden™️✨ Also! If you’re feeling adventurous, go on over and follow me on Instagram @agcreations

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Part 2 of Space Garden™️

I was thinking about how poetry is all about the human experience, and that led to wondering about experiences that most people don't get to have. This all led me to wondering whether there were any poems written by astronauts, and I found this one, which I thought I'd share.

Last Day in Space

Tomorrow we light our rocket,           we burn our engines and likewise,                    burn a hole in the sky,                              And thus fall to Earth. How does one spend your last day in space?           Looking at Earth,                    a blue jewel surrounded by inky blackness,                              Pure Occipital Ecstasy. Unconstrained by your girth,           you fly with vestigial wings. The atmosphere on edge,           iridescent blue with no earthly parallel,                    Electrifying Diaphanous Beauty. Guarded by Sirens of Space,           singing saccharine songs,                    beckoning you to crash on the atmos-reef which tears you limb from limb                    and scorching what remains                             into cosmic croutons that sprinkle onto                                        the garden salad of Earth. One last feast out the window,           A looking glass of Wonderland. Offering both a portal to see your world,                    and a translucent reflection to see yourself. Contemplation;           what is your place in this world below,                    how do you change it,                              how does it change you. We are wedded to this planet,           until mass extinction we do part.                    Perhaps one planet is not enough. You study your charts,           we prepare our spaceship,                    and our minds. We make ready our descent,           into these seemingly gentle arms. The eager anticipation of hugging your wife,           your boys with grins followed by pouting faces,                    both excited to see you but not understanding why you left. Oh how does one spend your last day in Space.           What would you do?

-- Donald R. Pettit

(A NASA astronaut who has been on three space flights, with 370 days in space. I found this poem on the NASA website.)

"I take my pills and I'm happy all the time, I'm happy all the time, I'm happy all the time" So yeah, never done anything like this before, I don't really like how everything turned out but it's better than expected so yeah.

srupid thing i think about enough to post here, this was made for a school contest

the results are going to be announced may 7th probably so that'll be very soon

rabit contemplating about the universe. watercolour on paper.

Encrage puis application de la couleurs

Inking then color application 😊

A light suit - maybe an undersuit. Been playing Starfield. ^_^;

old sketches

I drew a thing to use as my icon - a little wonky but I'm trying to make peace with things being good enough.

Happy Cosmonautics day!