I think my time on this planet has ceased. Cleaning out my engines, Vishka asked me we were going now. I didn't answer. Around the bush appeared Mr. Rager, tired and with a tia shika freshly shot down. He too was in this position.
Have had the realisation you on the right path? Yet you totally of coarse? You see, I have been on this planet trying to understand myself better, not understanding within my SpaceShip there lies my power and light. It is so easy to get lost. So easy to be led astray by Ponzi and the seeds he has left for us. Many of us don't even get the chance to live because we too preoccupied with what he would say or what she would say. Many ladies locked thinking they not beautiful enough because they do not cause every dude they pass to have a second look or the only thing they incite is lust not love. And men thinking they not worthy to be a called men because they do not have the street or pimp cred we foolishly believe makes a man a man.
Life becomes when we live it. Life is not what we make it. Cause life has already been made. We need only to understand why. You know I love befriending women. Their beauty is the light of this world. I have come to realise that every girl just needs at least that one guy friend to remind her she's beautiful. That she, with her mere smile, has the ability to freeze time. The power in you young girl is more powerful than you can see or feel. It is more than that guy that just wants to eat your fruit. Its more than the beauty shows and TV shows require of you. Men you too. We are the protectors of this world and the dignity of our race. We men might have built the world, but women give it that special touch that makes it beautiful. We men need to swallow our pride and begin embracing our women.
Once I understood this, I saw the heat. I felt it. The fire. The light. The SuperNova within. I looked up only to be met with Mr. Rager's sun burnt skin. Warmly smiling at me. He said to me, "The world will not understand what you saying. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul- show them what you have found. Show them what you discovered. Show them your light."
I wrote this in my engine. Hearing the roar of my SpaceShip ready to travel again.
(Written 15 March 2015)