Mystery

i.
The galaxy is the place where beautiful stars can be seen. Sometimes I ask myself, am I a living entity or a living misery?

ii.
Questions running through my sanity, are there aliens and other fetishes in the galaxy? Or we're just alone living in the world we called "reality"

iii.
It has come to my senses that, living in this world we called reality is not a misery, but a mystery that still has much theory.

iv.
Thanks, mystery, for giving a little inkling of everything that's been here in the vicinity.