Tell me about your human experience and wrap it in cosmic imagery. In return, I will pray the indigo blue sky down from the heavens and wrap it around you. We shall leave, rise into the stratosphere and never stop rising.

We pull out our earthly thorns, we stopped caring about the pain of the cut and blood streaked limbs. We don’t care because the pain is out, any way possible, we discovered it was possible.

We craft our own space shuttle, self-made though earthly resourced, and we left. From nebulas to star dust, we flew with the comets, dodged asteroid belts, became our own bright shiny heavenly bodies.

We are the space beings, the ones who made our dreams take their first breaths, to become living cosmic voyagers, set among the stars, encompassing all that we were and are and ever will be, forever and ever ever.