The Last Horse

Relocated. Revamped. There's space here; a cloud of ions stretching into infinity. Rooms with views. Time and spacial concerns.

Give me fellowship this day; common communicators with things to say. It's lonely here in our head. We need more connection. Fuzzy signals dancing away on some forgotten wavelength. It's too much to bear. Recipient, where are you? Why have I put off searching for you for so long?

Baby steps then. It's agony to start rustling around in these dusty brambles again, but I need you. I need to reach you.

I will reach you.