Bye world.

When I was little, I used to pretend that my bed was a spaceship. Every night I would take off through the roof which would open up like a hatch, for random missions (most of the time it was to rescue a girl on some unknown planet).

There were imaginary buttons at the side of my bed which I would flick to power up the ship as well as order a burger. I remember how the burger would come tumbling down like how a canned drink would tumble down a vending machine.

Once my ship is all powered up, I would close my eyes and picture my spaceship hover around my neighbourhood for a few minutes before jetting off toward the stars.

I never saved the girl because I always end up falling asleep before I reached the planet.


But I'm taking off for good now. I'm leaving this world. I've grown tired of how things work. We are all hypocrites. If we consider everything, we are actually who we hate. I'm tired of gravity. I'm tired of how almost everything is bound under Newton's Laws. Every action, there is an equal an opposite reaction.

I'm off to a planet where perfection is not a myth. This is goodbye gravity.