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SHIRO rubs sleep out of his eyes as an over enthusiastic POMMY chirps and bubbles at the people and machinery populating the spaceport that connects Primus to Bomber Star. His days of being roused by his grandmother gone from regimen for the past half year had left SHIRO unable to get going on his own before noon even after his adventures in the Black hole. That, and space generally being disinterested in the time of day had done a number on his internal clock. Truth be told, SHIRO had considered going back to bed at least a half dozen times on their way to the port, but for once his sense of pride serves to further him positively as he already promised himself that he would return home and enroll in the base. It does vex him somewhat that he was unable to find SIRIUS on Primus, but if nothing else his life or death battles in the Black hole had left him with the desire to pursue a deeper sense of purpose. He slides his uPod into play all mode and slides it back into his red jacket pocket, and then offers a earbud to POMMY who is riding on his shoulders as they make their way through the spaceport to the ship that will take them to Bomber star. POMMY examines it for a moment and SHIRO gestures to his ears to show him where it goes. POMMY pops the earbud in his ear and makes a happy noise as the music pours into his cranium.
POMMY:
Bobbing to the beat.
This is good Bomberman, myu! What is it called?
SHIRO glances back at him equal parts sleepy and amused.
SHIRO:
Dunno really. My pops used to say that’s the traditional anthem of Bomber planet set to jazz. Apparently the band that covered it is called the Extra lives, and they do this for planetary things all around the universe.
POMMY oohs at the information as SHIRO Slides a card on a reader and the turnstile shifts so he can make his way through.
SHIRO:
Also don’t call me “Bomberman” when we get back home, okay? It’s a pain enough to go home without having to explain a bunch of crap too.
POMMY:
Indignant.
Bomberman didn’t have a problem with the name when Lilith said it, myu.
SHIRO narrows his eyes and puffs his cheeks in a thinly veiled measure to hide a blush.
SHIRO:
She’s not here anymore, okay? So things go back to how they were before we met. Call me “Shiro” not “Bomberman”.
POMMY and SHIRO pause for a second, their emotions toward that name –that person are the same. Farewells never do come easily and even now he feels like he’ll be saying farewell in his head for the rest of his life. Despite how much she means to him, SHIRO still hates the disarming feeling that comes along with how much a person he had only recently met and spent a few months with had impacted his life, but dwelling on it won’t help him. He shrugs and continues forward, passing a lookout point where the ports leading to different planets come into view.
POMMY:
Look, look! Space is so pretty, myu!
POMMY’s eyes glitter as he looks out into the crystalline darkness.
POMMY:
It’s a lot more fun when scary people aren’t chasing us, myu.
SHIRO:
Nodding.
I’d cosign to that. Y’see that ship launching from the bottom left there? It’s the one we’re taking to Bomber star.
POMMY:
Pommy can see it! It’s really big!
SHIRO puffs his chest out proudly, despite himself.
SHIRO:
Yup! The bigwigs noted on the Declaration of Universal Tourism that the social, cultural, and educational impact of tourism to Bomber star in relation to other planets is second overall. As economic situations improved and space ships became cost effective to the point that people could travel for business and leisure easily, --economic status notwithstanding, Bomber star’s popularity as a commercial and tourist spot rose.
POMMY gives SHIRO a look.
POMMY:
Bomberman sure knows a lot about things that don’t matter much, myu.
SHIRO glares at him.
SHIRO:
Sez you. It’s plenty important if I don’t want to look like an idiot when I get back. Besides, my pops is the one who told me most of this stuff when I was a kid.
POMMY:
Bomberman did reading on his own? Pommy has never seen Bomberman read before.
SHIRO makes a frustrated noise and speeds up his pace in hopes that POMMY will fall off his head, but he has no such luck. They head down to the lower areas of the spaceport to the shuttle headed toward Bomber Star, making it on time as SHIRO had made sure to stick to the schedule since missing his flight would result in being stranded at the Bomber Star station after the sun goes down and the ride home –to his Grandma’s place is a long one even on hover cycle. As foolish as it is, his pride keeps him from calling home and asking for a ride from the station despite it being so much easier. The two board the shuttle and sit close to the back –SHIRO’s preference, and wait for the ship to launch. POMMY rummages through the pamphlets advertising other flights and safety brochures as SHIRO leans against the window and allows his mind to wander. He had snuck out of the house after his Grandmother fell asleep that fateful night where he made up his mind to go find Sirius and give him a piece of his mind. That had been almost a year ago and they hadn’t spoken since. KURO had, whether he wanted to hear it or not, kept him in the loop concerning events going on back home but he hadn’t directly talked to his Grandmother since he left home. He’s mostly prepared himself for a lecture and whatever punishment she has waiting for him, but with no leads on Sirius or any real improvements –other than the elements residing in his body which he’s decided to keep secret until he can figure them out, he does feel like more than anything that he’s a major disappointment. Nonetheless, a small part of him is anticipating returning home even if it’s only to show POMMY his stomping grounds and to hang out with his best friend KURO again. He turns to POMMY who’s dangerously close to pressing the “call” button;
SHIRO:
Hey cheese doodle, I live kinda far out in the boonies so you should probably get some sleep while we’re flying. It’s a bumpy ride back on hover cycle so sleeping once we get back is gonna be a pain if not just impossible.
POMMY processes this information.
POMMY:
Is there food at your house?
SHIRO gives him a withering glance and nods slowly.
POMMY:
Pommy will stay awake then!
SHIRO leans back in his seat and eyes the call button.
SHIRO:
Why does that even matter?
POMMY’s eyes glint as he answers with pride.
POMMY:
Pommy is a brave warrior, myu! If Pommy sleeps now, Pommy won’t deserve anything to eat! The strong stay awake!
SHIRO snickers and throws his arms up in mock defeat.
SHIRO:
Suit yourself “warrior”. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
SHIRO looks back into space and for the first time in a year feels inner peace. He’s returning home after being in in a near death struggle for the universe, and while he fears his Grandmother’s wrath just a little more than the Angel’s elemental powers, for him it’s a risk well worth the effort.
Episode 2: Space Shuffle.
It is several hours later when SHIRO and POMMY arrive at the station and SHIRO rents a hover cycle to head to his home. Even Diamond City –the capital of Bomber star despite being an urban metropolis is almost completely different than Primus. Most of the buildings are moderately sized, and the sky above is an azure that reflects from the building and is a perfect frame for the afternoon sun. The mountainous ranges are also in full view of even the urban city center, with one hilly region in particular standing out even from SHIRO’s current location in town, which gives it a quaint vibe rather Primus’s grungy one. SHIRO walks out of the station with POMMY sitting in the basket of the hover cycle, and glances around at his surroundings. He’s not entirely sure of what he expected after gone for a year, but not much had changed. He lives pretty far out so he’d only really come out to Diamond city when absolutely necessary –be it with his Dad or to visit KURO. Though after his father’s passing, he just seemed to have less of a reason to come out, and KURO being as accommodating as he is would just come to see him. Though after the SIRIUS incident, SHIRO often found himself hanging out in town and being a general badass. Maybe it was getting accustomed to the city that prompted him to eventually move out to Primus? Who knows.
POMMY:
Does Bomberman remember how to get home?
SHIRO glances upward thoughtfully.
SHIRO:
Pretty sure I know, I mean it’s only been a year. The only thing that’s annoying is the time it takes –there aren’t any buses that head in that direction.
POMMY:
Pommy wanted to ask before, but why does Bomb—Shiro’s grandma live so far away?
SHIRO:
….That’s actually a fair question. I think I asked her once, and she just said she grew up here and therefore she can’t live in the city.
POMMY frowns.
SHIRO:
Yeah, beats me. Anyway, we’re going so get ready.
POMMY:
Pommy’s ready!
SHIRO revs up the hover cycle and after getting a running start, hops on and the two ride through town for a bit before leaving Diamond city’s limits and into the suburbs and then the country.
SHIRO:
Thinking.
Gotta admit, it’s nice to see the sky past the skyscrapers, and feel the wind on my face. Man, is this what it’s like to be homesick? …Wish I weren’t going to risk things with granny….
He notices POMMY is quiet and spies him fast asleep in the basket.
SHIRO:
Sighing.
I warned him…it’s gonna get bumpy soon, and I can already hear him complaining…
SHIRO swerves past a slow moving car and waves back at its driver, a farmer he knows from his youth. At the very least he counts himself fortunate that news travels not fast, but not slowly either. He doesn’t want his Grandma to hear that he’s back from anyone other than himself, so he cranks up the speed and flies down the path, several hours still separating him from his Grandmother. Without POMMY to talk to, SHIRO has only his thoughts to keep him entertained, so he thinks back to his fight with METAL.
***
SHIRO follows METAL into the battle dome which is dark at first but lights up as they walk in. SHIRO glances around taking in the sights of the empty dome and astroturf that makes up the flooring of the battle area, as well as the blocks and walls that form a maze –their material sturdy but easily bomb-able. After all, it wouldn’t do if there wasn’t a bit of drama of getting through the walls to the actual battle, would it?
METAL:
I assume this is your first time?
SHIRO:
Huh?
METAL:
I mean in an official Deathmatch battle ground. You clearly know your way around a fight.
SHIRO:
Oh yeah. I mean obviously I’ve watched them on TV and stuff, but I never thought I’d be in one of these for real….you sure it’s okay we do this here?
METAL:
Yeah, I mean at the very worst they might chew me out or something, but I really don’t care. I got into this because I wanted to have fun, not become some sort of celebrity. That just ended up happening on its own, really.
SHIRO:
Heh, that’s life in general, buddy.
METAL:
Snickering.
You’re not wrong.
SHIRO walks over to a wall and pats it down.
SHIRO:
So how are we doing this?
METAL:
Well, this is just a spar, so 3 minutes, and whoever gets bombed first is down. I turned off the randomly generated powerups. Mano-a-mano is the way to go, right?
SHIRO:
Nodding.
Sounds good.
METAL points to a door behind them.
METAL:
That’ll take you to the opposite side of the arena. We’ll bomb our way to the center and have at it.
SHIRO nods and heads to the elevator, soon finding himself on the other side of the arena, separated from METAL by the walls and distance of the stadium. He hears an alarm blare indicating the battle has started, and he quickly wills a bomb into existence and kicks it into the wall where it explodes, but rather than head through that path, SHIRO dives to the left and runs down a corridor created by adjacent walls.
SHIRO:
Thinking.
We’ve only got sound to go with for the time being, so I’ll start off by confusing him with a bit of auditory deception. I doubt that’ll fool him for long, but at the very least it’ll buy me a moment….
Is what SHIRO thinks up until the very moment METAL appears before him. He recoils but quickly adjusts himself and tosses a bomb with a short fuse at METAL who kicks it upward right before it explodes, the shockwave barely registering before they dive behind walls and run alongside them hoping to be the first to reach the other side and ambush their opponent. They both reach the opposite end at the same time, and have bombs at the ready tossing them and dodging, the explosions rocking the field and destroying the walls behind them. This is merely a greeting –an attempt to feel out the opponent without committing to anything serious. SHIRO goes for a feint by weaving left and then right, willing a bomb into existence but not letting it fly until he’s close to METAL, who grabs it in midair and tosses it back at SHIRO who ducks under and smirks as this is what he wanted. He readies his fist for a jab, but METAL surprises him by blocking his fist with his hand, pulling him forward and kneeing him in the chest. SHIRO stumbles back and barely avoids a follow up bomb by flipping and kicking it up ward with impressive timing.
SHIRO:
Huffs.
That’s a surprise. Didn’t think you’d see that one coming.
METAL takes a fighting pose and throws a few jabs into the air.
METAL:
Any bomber worth their salt has a backup plan in case the boom doesn’t happen. You don’t look like the type to leave everything to chance, so I got to thinking.
METAL gives him a smirk.
METAL:
What would I do if I could catch my opponent unawares?
SHIRO smirks as well, jumps back and tosses a bomb at METAL who ducks and throws one back at SHIRO. SHIRO rolls under this bomb and returns fire with another one but with a short fuse, to catch METAL off guard, but metal simply jumps, piggybacks from this bomb and lands on top of SHIRO.
SHIRO:
Egh! What the hell, how did you?
METAL:
Like I said, having backups for booms is a hallmark of battling. Anything else?
SHIRO struggles and sighs.
SHIRO:
No, I guess not.
METAL smiles and gets up, helping SHIRO to his feet.
SHIRO:
Dammit, I really wanted to know more about this pyromancer thing…
METAL:
Well, a deal is a deal, pal…but if you want to find out for yourself…
SHIRO’s brow furrows.
SHIRO:
You’re going to tell me?
METAL:
I’ll tell you where you can find out –it’s totally up to you of course. It’s also where I learned how to fight, so honestly it’d be good for you. I have my own selfish reasons of course, as this was short but pretty fun, and I’m actually looking forward to seeing what you could be with a little bit of polish.
SHIRO:
Not going to lie, this was the most fun I’ve had a long time, so you’ve got my attention. Where do I need to go?
METAL:
The Bomber Base.
SHIRO frowns.
METAL:
Laughs.
I had a feeling that would be your reaction. You left to get away from there, so being told to go back home is exactly what you didn’t want to hear right? They have information on pyromancers and the like –not to mention they could refine that fighting style of yours.
SHIRO’s eyes glaze over in annoyance.
SHIRO:
I have my reasons for being here rather than there…
METAL:
And I’m not trying to step on your toes –er, feet, but what are you really doing here---on Primus I mean? No one gets into turning in perps at the BombermanBoard for the fun of it –that’s the refuge of a life gone off-track somewhere. I can’t force you to go of course, but are you doing anything here that requires you to stay?
SHIRO feels his irritation building until he realizes this was the same question he asked himself only a little earlier. Besides the fact that staying here only means that he’s letting SIRIUS control him without actually being in his life, there really isn’t anything he’s doing on Primus that matters in the long run –something that he had realized himself after leaving the black hole, but was too afraid to admit.
SHIRO:
You talk a good game and stuff, but dude, what do you get from helping me? Don’t tell me this is one of those anime things where you’re keeping me alive to kill you later or something.
METAL blinks and laughs.
METAL:
That snark! I love it kid, I really do. Nah, I mean if I had to explain my reasoning it’d be something like…I guess we’re kindred spirits in a way? Neither one of us is doing what we really want to do due to reasons.
SHIRO:
Reasons?
METAL:
I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
SHIRO:
Sorry, but I don’t divulge things like that until the third date.
METAL:
Nodding sagely.
Good policy. Anyway, it’s up to you if you want to go or not, but I don’t think it’ll hurt.
SHIRO and METAL shake hands.
METAL:
I’ll be waiting here for you Shiro. Come back and give me a real fight, okay?
SHIRO:
Heh, just don’t get defeated before then, Metal.
SHIRO leaves the stadium and heads back to his apartment where POMMY has tried to start cleaning, though his size makes sweeping the floor an exercise in frustration.
POMMY:
Mumbling.
Bomberman bought this to make fun of Pommy, myu. Why else would it be so big?
SHIRO:
Amused.
Oh? Is this what you do when I’m not around? And here I thought you were strictly an unhelpful pile of cream.
POMMY erupts into a long and exaggerated gasp as SHIRO walks past him and plops on the couch.
SHIRO:
Say cheesesticks?
POMMY stops mid gasp and turns around with his mouth still open.
SHIRO:
How would you feel about leaving Primus?
POMMY:
Myu? Where would we go?
SHIRO:
Back to Bomber Star, I suppose.
POMMY:
Bomberman’s home planet? That sounds fun, myu! But why does Bomberman want to go home now?
SHIRO:
Would you believe it’s because I want to start over?
POMMY tilts.
SHIRO:
I’ve said life isn’t a game, but sometimes one has gotta hit reset and rethink their priorities.
POMMY:
That’s surprisingly mature of Bomberman, myu. Did you lose a fight?
SHIRO:
….Why is that the conclusion you come to?
POMMY:
Okay! Pommy will go with Bomberman back to Bomberman’s home planet, myu!
SHIRO:
Wait, answer my question.
POMMY hops up and runs off presumably to pack, leaving SHIRO with his arm outstretched and his question unanswered. In the present, afternoon has given way to dusk and SHIRO gazes at the sun setting as a wave of nostalgia washes over him. How many times had he run along this path after a day of adventures in the rural countryside with this same dusky sky watching over him? In fact, it had been like this the day his father—
He breathes in deeply and presses the accelerator, picking up speed in the hopes that no one would see his emotion among the trees set aflame by the sun setting at dusk.
***
Night had begun its shift when SHIRO reaches home –a temple way out in the countryside. He recalls how his father would often remark to his Grandmother that it’s far too big for the three of them, and how she’d tell him that it’s perfect for training and the hotsprings in the back couldn’t be beat. SHIRO just thinks that his grandma just likes bragging that she owns a temple, despite her more or less getting it for pennies due to the old owners wanting to be rid of it. –Or well, that’s what his Dad told him anyway. He gets off the scooter and pulls it into a nearby garage, where he tries to wake up POMMY, but is surprised by his grandma opening the door to the garage right after he enters.
SHIRO:
G—Granny?
From her position—a door near the entrance of the garage, she seems to look down at her grandson from under her small rimmed glasses, her expression unreadable as if she’s trying to think of how she should react to his sudden homecoming or more disconcerting –she doesn’t remember him. At the very least she hasn’t changed from a year ago when he left –she’s a petite bomberwoman with a pink helmet and grey hair that protrudes from the sides of her helmet, and brown eyes that his Dad had inherited. She nods and inclines her head back into the house, apparently fine with letting her wayward grandson come in.
GRANDMA:
Come on in. You’re tired aren’t you? I’ll make something and then you can get some sleep.
SHIRO:
O—okay, Grandma.
With no other choice, SHIRO lifts POMMY out of the basket and goes inside with him. He follows his grandma down a familiar corridor until they reach the foyer.
GRANDMA:
I assume you still remember where your room is?
SHIRO:
Nods.
Yeah, I do.
GRANDMA:
Good. Take your luggage and little friend up, and I’ll prepare a bath and dinner.
SHIRO:
That’s okay Granny, I mean I don’t want to be a bother---
GRANDMA:
It’s no bother. After all, who knows when you’ll disappear again? I‘d like to take advantage of you being here as long as I can.
SHIRO gulps and nods. He knew it wouldn’t be as easy as just pretending the last year didn’t happen, but it might just be a little worse that she’s not outright angry at him. Still, it’s better not to poke the bear, so SHIRO does as his Grandmother says and takes a bath and then sits with her for dinner in the dining room, POMMY not present because staying up through the flight had taken more out of him than he thought. At first his grandmother just watches him eat in silence, which unnerves him enough that he decides to start talking on his own.
SHIRO:
So, um…I’m going to head out in the morning to the Bomber base.
Her eyebrows shift slightly but otherwise she simply leans on her arm and nods.
GRANDMA:
I see. Good luck with that then.
SHIRO:
Is enrolling…getting into the base difficult?
GRANDMA:
Not especially, no. Bombers who want to join are few in numbers nowadays, so they’ll take what they can get.
SHIRO:
Thinking.
“What they can get”? Geez, she really is mad, but why isn’t she laying into me like she usually would?
To GRANDMA
That’s good to hear. Is there anything I need to do or know about?
GRANDMA:
How should I know? I never attended.
SHIRO:
R—right.
GRANDMA:
In any case, you should get to bed soon if you want to head to the Base. It’s not as long a ride out as it was from the station, but you do have a journey ahead.
SHIRO:
Right. I will, thanks.
She nods and rises from the table, but before the exits she turns back to SHIRO.
GRANDMA:
I’m glad you’re back home safe, Shiro.
SHIRO:
I’m glad to be back, Grandma. So—So—sorry…
But she is out of earshot before his apology manages to manifest, leaving SHIRO to wonder what –if anything he can do to ease this festering tension. He finishes his meal and heads to his room where POMMY sleeps in a corner on a pillow from his bed. Taking a cursory look around, he notes that his Grandma hasn’t changed anything since he left –it’s almost as if he could just hop right in and continue from where he left off…and seeing his room like this makes him wonder why he even left in the first place? With a sigh, SHIRO climbs into bed and lies face down, drowning in his thoughts.
***
The next morning SHIRO heads out without POMMY who is oddly absent when he awakens. Considering the relative safety (and distance) of his house, he figures maybe he went with his Grandmother to shop for food as she does often go out early –a thought further evidenced by the absence of his Grandmother too. Figuring he’d just go get some food after he’s done at the base, SHIRO takes out the hovercycle and heads off. As his Grandmother had mentioned, the ride is a long one, but much shorter than his trip from the station. He soon arrives at the base, a skyscraper with a bomb insignia at its apex. Its windows are made of a reflective glass so the skies are reflected on it, and SHIRO notes the different facilities surrounding the building --its name “base” becoming quite clear. He parks his cycle near the entrance and walks in where a receptionist’s desk with two Bomber ladies meets him. Suddenly, he’s filled with embarrassment, and finds it difficult to make his inquiry.
LADY:
How may I help you?
SHIRO:
Ah, um…I wanted to…enroll at the base?
LADY:
Oh, unfortunately this is mid semester –
SHIRO:
Thinking.
Dangit, I didn’t even consider that…
The other lady leans in and gives SHIRO a look.
LADY2:
Actually, I think he’s the one the Headmaster was expecting? He fits the description –white bomber, average height, with a mischievous, untrustworthy look in his eyes.
SHIRO gives her a look and she waves her arms in protest.
LADY2:
That’s not what I said, but the headmaster….
LADY:
I’ll call him and find out.
The first lady dials the Headmaster and after a few rings gets him.
LADY:
Yes, it’s…
To SHIRO.
What’s your name?
SHIRO:
Shiro.
LADY:
Shiro, and he’s here asking about enrollment. Oh! He is the one? Well, I’ll send him right up.
She hangs up and bows apologetically to him.
LADY:
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Shiro. The Headmaster will see you. Just take the elevator to the 11th floor, and his office is right across from it.
SHIRO:
T—Thanks.
Both ladies smile and he walks to the elevator, entering it and pressing the button to the floor they told him. After a smooth ride, he arrives at the Headmaster’s office and after a moment of hesitation opens it, stepping into the Headmaster’s office which is a wide room with an aquarium in the back and wide windows that have a view of the mountains of Bomber star. Several awards line a cabinet on the right, and pictures of what SHIRO assumes are graduates from the base hang beside it. There is an area away from the desk with a couch and table for meetings, and strange machinery in a far corner.
VOICE:
Ahem~
SHIRO snaps to his senses, realizing he’s gotten so used to checking his surroundings from his days in the black hole that he missed the headmaster sitting at a desk before him, surrounded by monitors that he can barely see over. His voice is aged, but somewhat spry –the picture of an old man who has some pep in his step.
SHIRO:
Ah, sorry. Mr. Headmaster, I presume?
The Headmaster beckons for SHIRO to walk over to his desk which he does. Upon standing closer, SHIRO sees he is a bespectled older man with spikey white hair, a white mustache and odd glasses with swirls in the lenses that obscure his eyes. Over a suit shirt and red tie is a white lab coat with minor burn stains which suggests he’s very hands-on in---something.
HEADMASTER:
Welcome, youngster. I heard you’d be coming soon, so I made time out of my busy schedule to see you.
In the corner of his eye, SHIRO sees the headmaster minimize a window of solitaire, but decides not to comment.
HEADMASTER:
As you heard downstairs, we’re in the middle of a semester so ordinarily you’d just have to wait, but due to reasons, I felt it would be best to see you personally. You’ve traveled a long way to come here haven’t you? So it’d be a shame to send you away.
SHIRO:
I appreciate that, sir.
HEADMASTER:
I’m not one to beat around the bush, so I as for your bid for entry…
SHIRO despite himself leans in expectantly.
HEADMASTER:
Denied.
SHIRO:
Ah, well…w---wait. DENIED?!
HEADMASTER:
Sage nod.
Yup. Denied.
SHIRO:
What does that mean?!
HEADMASTER:
“Deny” verb: Refuse to give or grant something requested or desired to someone.
SHIRO:
That’s not what I meant?! Why am I denied?
HEADMASTER:
I can name a multitude of reasons, but this one here is probably the biggest.
He beckons SHIRO over to his side and once he has walked over, he sees something on the screen that causes his eyes to almost bulge out of his helmet.
SHIRO:
You’ve gotta be friggin kidding me…!!
The headmaster nods somberly, but he has an enigmatic smile on his face that SHIRO doesn’t see in his despair. It seems that simply denying SHIRO entry isn’t the only thing on the headmaster’s mind…
Ending Song: Passionate Orbit
Say, did you know, that heart beating in your chest…
Is a gift from the depths of this wide universe?
When we are born our guardian star breathes a silent prayer to the galaxy,
And in the break between dusk and morn, dyed silver-black hues it ends up in our hands.
As we experience our lives and are touched by the gentle but rusted hands of time,
Colors born from daily life drip from this gift from the galaxy yearning to be shared –to take orbit.
So when the time comes and your little universe yearns to orbit another’s –don’t be frightened.
Just clasp your hands together, and let those feelings bubble to the surface and become a star.
For each time two hearts intertwine and orbit one another,
A little more of the universe is filled with color.