Maybe I have taken it all too seriously.
But when you are launched into space by small life pod, away from a once magestic galaxy cruiser, perceptions blare to avoid imminent disaster.
I have not had a captain to guide me – other than my own cobbled together divinations as I have measured weft and weave of cosmic patternings.
Why do I long for such a thing – a captain to call my own?
It is this drive to find such a love that I can evolve myself within as I need and want to that has propelled me forward to overcome all.
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