To live violently through unfamiliar faces, smearing memories all over the floor and trying to relive small details of unknown history.
Strange sounds whispering the end of uncertainty and molding creating new paths from the ashes left behind. They cleared the way for us but made it impossible to eradicate the infestation.
As we try to shed our skin, we kept breaking into uneven pieces and becoming one with the rest of the debris. It might not be too late and we had nothing else to fight for.
But we craved simplicity, like your hand against my chest, in a transmission of raw energy and essence.
Far from being rational, we intend to go on quests to take over time and space, ripping apart the universe at the seam.
It is written that these harmonious bodies will initiate the transmutation and engulf every last drop of light provided to them.
Turning away into infinite bliss.
©Natalia M. Villarán-Quiñones
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