marinaizarne

The Flight of the Lonely God I closed the door behind me. The only constant in my life. My only friend, only it didn't talk. I slowly make my way to the central hub, but to my former companion outside I'm already gone. My hands work the controls absentmindedly, they are second nature to me. My hands can take me anywhere and anywhen with less effort than humans walk to the park. The universe is so vast and unpredictable that in almost a thousand years of dancing up and down the time line of whole galaxies, I haven't seen all it's secrets and wonders. Yet at this moment, because I chose this moment, a friend is enjoying morning coffee with he