How far will humanity's journey take us?
As I searched for a way to survive, I seemed to have forgotten my ultimate goal.
I tried hard to recall the voice in my mind,
but no matter what, I couldn't remember its face.
Was all of this a dream, or the memory I yearned for most deep inside?
P.S. This is a short story I wrote on a whim. Feel free to give it a read.
Theme: That beautiful blue planet is the one belief I will hold onto for all my life.
