My soul would like me to say we but I am just of flesh with touches of my souls embrace. I, of flesh, can do but so much outside of what our Earth will let us. I, of electric matter, can think only as far as our star has stretched. But my soul, my soul knows and feels everything as it was birthed.

I, of flesh, know of my soul only because she is so close. But my soul anguishes over how I can forget. How I can forget myself. But I’ve only just been here once what am I forgetting?

I know my dear soul, she had so much hope for me. And now she sits small and dwindling and I cannot shake her awake. Dear Soul, I know I dishonored what we promised when we first balanced on our feet.

Please dear Soul, you can‘t leave me. But she says she must try again and soon we’ll meet.