DAY 8 - Getting my hands on Aisling's prismatic orbs
05 Jul 2019Cal-L
There is a lot of free time when you are deep in space, but I am holding up well, yes my wrist is killing me from the constant joystick handling, however the rest of me is standing up under the pressure.When I think back on that time, Aisling and I knew it was a business arrangement, there wasn't going to be any invites to dinner, or even the exchange of birthday cards. She understood what I really wanted, and in return I provided her with certain clandestine services, for which she paid me handsomely.
To my lasting shame when I had in my hands what I desired, and my wandering eye lead me to desert her, she didn't send anyone to kill me, so I knew deep down she must have cared.
In moments of intense self discovery I always think of Aisling, maybe it is the deep spiritual connection of two souls spanning the light years, maybe it is the life sized poster above my bunk, who is to say.
I am not sure where a princess sleeps, a castle perhaps, a tower I suppose if they have long enough hair, I guess it doesn't matter greatly. Wherever we are, no matter how far apart, we are all ultimately floating in the same vast emptiness of space.
Good-night fellow explorers; And flights of Aisling's Angels sing thee to thy rest.