Halloween 2025: I’d Like to Be an Astronaut 🇺🇸

Helmet locked. Goggles down. Gloves tight. Knee pads strapped.

E-scooter humming—engine like a heartbeat.

Zero gravity. One with the wind.

Rocketing through the city—lights streak, asphalt blurs.

Riding a burning light. Alive.

Apollo 13 in my mind—Lovell, Swigert, Haise.

Crippled ship. Oxygen low. Power slipping.

Houston racing. Duct tape. Nerve. Brilliance.

Fragile lifeboat holding impossible dreams.

They made it back. Alive. Scarred. Triumphant.

The city hums under me.

The wind screams.

Streetlights bleed like stars.

I am speed. I am courage. I am motion.

Halloween 2025 isn’t candy.

It’s pulse. It’s adrenaline.

It’s zero gravity in your chest.

It’s streaking past the ordinary.

Riding a rocket. Burning bright lights.

Alive.