Hyperbolic apogee

I can see but I cannot reach
The shelter which will save me from myself
Inside which I will be who I want myself to be
Before dissolving into an unattainable version again
Which travels, stretching itself unto itself
In deep space, through wormholes
Until there is enough distance
To make that rendition of myself
Noise to the hubble lens
Safely remote
For me to justify
Never getting around to it