"One time or another, we're all a prodigal child". In the natural, we shy away from hurt and pain. Not one sane person enjoys pain (and we're not talking about masochists - which are a different discussion all together bordering on the realm of psychology). Slightly over a month of absense and yet undeniably still off and on you hear the Maker calling you back. Be it through thoughts, or other people the message is the same.
This time it took Delmer Guynes & indirectly, W.Kim Fook for the turn around. At the end of the day i suppose i do not want to disappoint. Nevermind what happened or in this case 'did not happen' on earth, but at the end to know and see ma-ma and yeh-yeh waiting - that's all that matters isn't it.
Nothing's changed though - honestly speaking. There wasn't a huge event or any of that sort. Still standing amidst of much broken dreams, wishes and hope. The wounds from them are still fresh; even the scent of blood. Yet amidst this is now a different perspective and outlook.
No new hull plating, no new shield generators nor batteries. Same old, same old - and same old goal ... Heading out.
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