Do you ever get the feeling of knowing something you weren't supposed to?

Feeling like you've been here but in actuality you weren't? This sense of nostalgia that one cannot seem to find a comprehension to or a reasoning of such? An unpresedented slate of you're imagination? Or maybe a derogatory sense of filing up that blank canvas in one's own consciousness, how did I end up like this?

Creating bits of imagination that I cannot seem to control, like a spec floating in the vast grounds of the Galaxy, lost and unsatisfactory.

There's a dandelion on the ground, growing between the gaps of broken cement, it's just standing there, waiting for someone to crush it with it's feet, putting it out of it's misery, is that dandelion even miserable ? Do flowers feel things? Either way, this dandelion is useless, it's small, barely noticeable, there are far too many things to care about than this spec of an existence, maybe the reason on how I find everything so familiar is because, I wasn't familiar with anything at all, the complexity of my mind creating something as my final resort in grasping reality, sad to say that I am slipping away from everything I know, to the point that I'm ready to go, maybe somewhere I can finally stop caring of what I should and shouldn't be.

This dandelion, is so brave, it's still so beautiful even though it's surrounded by the darkest pinnacles of life, it's only a matter of time till it wilts or gets crushed by the feets of city folk, and yet now, it's here, standing.

It's a surreal feeling,

Here and later,

Present and future,

maybe one day I come back and find it already dead, Unbeknownst to me that all these days I've been breathing, doing something, feeling something, that the dandelion isn't in this world anymore, taking it's last huff of oxygen and I wouldn't even know.

I just sat there, on the bench, Drinking bottled water, it's the golden hour, the sun is turning orange and red, morphing into a harmony of colors that somehow exists by its nature, the wind Is growing cold as the sun sinks into the earth, revealing the universe.

///Chapter 1: little Discovery///

I walked home from work today,

working in the office, filing paperwork and typing on a computer for nine hours can really do a number on you, my back hurts like hell and I'm 24, can't imagine what type of Illnesses I'll get by the age of 40,

Of course one of my daily routines of the day was talking a rest on my favorite spot while,

It had a comfortable bench and a magnificent landscape overviewing the city, afterall I wouldn't pick a place with no class.

I always sit there during sunset, maybe it's because of how beautiful the view is or maybe how melancholy I feel about the expanses of the universe, I always feel somewhat familiar with it.

The sun,

the earths biggest source of warmth, disappearing into the nothingness and leaving us with stars, the faraway worlds we cannot reach, the picture of everything, a grim reminder of what we will be and what we wouldn't be, that we are irrelevant in this vast world of a billion earths.

I looked at the sky, mesmerized by the view that I'm most familiar with, until in the corner of my right eye, I notice something, A dot, surely the odd one out, because as far as I know, there wasn't a star nor anything out there, on that exact area and I should know, because astrology is one of my favorite things to read about,

What is that? It's a little huge, not like the other stars, maybe it's a meteor? Gosh sure hope not, is it a dwarf planet?, this thing is a little closer to our earth, maybe about the same distance as mars, does the National Space Station know about this? If not did I just discover something?

I've never read an article or news about something being discovered in space lately, Holy sh*t!

I ran to a telephone booth, dialled the official number of the space station, it ringed for a fair amount of time until a lady could be heard from the other line.

" Ms. Gwendolyn Hobart from the National Space Station speaking"

"Hi good evening, i think I just saw something very........ peculiar "