My body hurts, and I am slowly losing control of my limbs. My joints fail without reason, scorch marks appearing on my flesh. It bubbles and peels and tears away, leaving fleshy trails of decimation oddly reminiscent of intravenous drug addiction. They might as well be. Life addiction; holding on to holding on. I tripped over my own feet, and only by the good graces of gravity and momentum was I allowed to topple back onto them. In that I lost my sight, my balance, and my mind.
The man who guides me is blind, for he and I are the same. He comes to me as a beast, as I come to him, though I fear I have not shown him my human form - if yet I still have one. Grasping at the now-withered spine of the world; universe; galaxy. His eyes are tired, they scare me in every shade of blue I can imagine. Twisting, contorting, bending that which remains in his hands though it is unclear how - him being so small now.
In that he resides within me, I am denied sleep.
Friday, October 28, 2011
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