When I look at the stars at night (shining bright [thousands of homes, thousands of sights]), I don't know what life I'm observing (don't know the stars here, which are the same stars as before). Confusion isn't so strange (lack of knowledge). Star charts have to be good, to know where you are (starburst isn't like sailing, driving, flying through our world, it's not or it wouldn't go so far). There's something unknown every time. You can get very lost if you starburst where you don't know. Here, it's been 553 days (so many days alone in one's head), and still looking up, [not enough data to correlate, to connect to my starcharts], it's wonder and possibility. John looked for earth every day (never forgot) wanting to get home. In a few months I will have been here as long as he was on me. I still dream of flying (certified and teach it [I can fly objects (not myself)] [I can teach you if you want to fly]). I wish I could fly my bipedal self. I'm like John. I don't forget (where I was who I was with a single moment of it). I've found another home. I still wonder who lives around those stars.