The Spaceman

Once upon a bedtime, in a place a lot like here, there lived a boy, let’s call him Danny, who dreamed to one day disappear. It wasn’t sticks or stones that hurt him, and though he pretended not to mind, so often words, a lot like weapons, would seek him out to be unkind. Though unlike any of his classmates, he held a cosmic kind of hope. He studied space stations and star maps, each night behind his telescope. A true explorer of the infinite, to him, it really was child's play. His knowledge spanned each constellation, that shone throughout the Milky Way. So, on a day that didn’t matter, he trundled home with a heavy heart. This is the story of the Spaceman, and it’s the perfect place to start. Once upon a bedtime, in a place a lot like here, there lived a boy, let’s call him Danny, who dreamed to one day disappear. It wasn’t sticks or stones that hurt him, and though he pretended not to mind, so often words, a lot like weapons, would seek him out to be unkind. Though unlike any of his classmates, he held a cosmic kind of hope. He studied space stations and star maps, each night behind his telescope. A true explorer of the infinite, to him, it really was child's play. His knowledge spanned each constellation, that shone throughout the Milky Way. So, on a day that didn’t matter, he trundled home with a heavy heart. This is the story of the Spaceman, and it’s the perfect place to start. Once upon a bedtime, in a place a lot like here, there lived a boy, let’s call him Danny, who dreamed to one day disappear. It wasn’t sticks or stones that hurt him, and though he pretended not to mind, so often words, a lot like weapons, would seek him out to be unkind. Though unlike any of his classmates, he held a cosmic kind of hope. He studied space stations and star maps, each night behind his telescope. A true explorer of the infinite, to him, it really was child's play. His knowledge spanned each constellation, that shone throughout the Milky Way. So, on a day that didn’t matter, he trundled home with a heavy heart. This is the story of the Spaceman, and it’s the perfect place to start. Once upon a bedtime, in a place a lot like here, there lived a boy, let’s call him Danny, who dreamed to one day disappear. It wasn’t sticks or stones that hurt him, and though he pretended not to mind, so often words, a lot like weapons, would seek him out to be unkind. Though unlike any of his classmates, he held a cosmic kind of hope. He studied space stations and star maps, each night behind his telescope. A true explorer of the infinite, to him, it really was child's play. His knowledge spanned each constellation, that shone throughout the Milky Way. So, on a day that didn’t matter, he trundled home with a heavy heart. This is the story of the Spaceman, and it’s the perfect place to start.