Starseed Traveller
To those who've been loved, are love, or searching for love. You get that Spirit when and if their heart ceases, you gleefully transfer your breath. Trade mortality for immortal. We were running through the high grass peppered with sunflowers and lilac. You took my hand and we were flying without growing tired. Poodle skirt and cashmere top, ya had to be late teens. I regressed back to a small fray yet grown peering from the exterior. Ring around the rosie with just two. My tears stream down but you use your thumbs to wipe them away. What a smile you shined. No audible words spoken. No need. To venture to the Hinterland of the Ancestral Plane from the comfort of my bed. Perhaps I was just at the lip. Love does not die. Breach the program and release the nanotubes. We've been here before for the first time. --- This episode is sponsored by ยท Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/qwannubian/message