it's that time again, time to hold the fort alone while the rest are out. The thing isn't so much so of holding the fort but solitude breads brooding and brooding leads to ... it never leads to anything good.
At this point of time Reality has began the auxiliary turbolaser fire. Main guns will fire as soon as the trajectory lasers align. This is going to hurt ... bad
Time to main gun fire: 35 hours and counting.
Time and time again one has to wonder, what is the purpose of it all? It doesn't seem so difficult for everyone else. It's always isn't exactly right to compare, but many times one can't really help it - especially when the desire for something is this great. 35 more hours till the cold steel of reality stabs, and already crushing blows off and on can be felt. All this is for someone whom we barely even spoke to.
I was really minding my own business - really i was! Easily there are more than a handful of other people around that could have mesmerized, other people whom at least some form of rappor existed - but no. Again the most difficult 'condition' one. That had to be the one that captivated. The one where it practically sends a signal to Reality.
10 year gap
never met before
possibly different sattelite or service
& the cold truth is, basically something totally out of grasp.
and ... there is always the SE-C factor. Unworthy we are
Why? Even if the planets and stars align, why us when there exist numerous other better people around.
this time ... this time it was within boundries. She is a daughter of The Maker
But again - will this escapade end in the same way? No matter how much preparation for the worst, lowered expectations and what nots, we are going to burn under the fire - again.
Captain?
Yes MadelineOur shields are down
I know.
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