Aziti in Space (Where it Belongs)
What with all the stars would not lead us to believe in this world? What more proof that there is life to be lived here- that where we tread presses true memories between our neurons- that should we become lost we've a beacon home...?
Sometimes while existing as an Avatar I drag my younger self along for the introspection that tails me like a rookie state trooper drooling at a dark headlight... Okay then; what have we here?
Up high there isn't much to do but ponder the willingness of the surface to tempt the sky...
I'm going over there to see what that is all about...
The deepest vastest darkest highest highs make way for imagination; space is kind, is she not?
Then I hop on my board to toss caution to the wind. Why not? If I fall too fast the blood won't rush to my head... If I hit the ground with the force of a thousand blasted curses my legs won't shatter and should someone be there to meet me I could find another new friend...
