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It's sneaking in through the cracks in my skin; floating down with the sunlight and sifting into my body in microscopic increments. Squeezing in between cells, forging a path to the center of my body, where it will quietly begin to take control, from the inside out. My veins become a maze leading to the necessary destinations; my brain, my kidneys, my heart. All throughout my being a revolution is taking place at the molecular level. I can feel it building. Sometimes the cells in my fingers begin to tingle with excitement; sometimes my skin starts to glow. My heart and my brain have already been won over, the battles are done and my cells have settled back into their usual places, only now alongside this alien force that has come to save me from things like disease, monotony, and loneliness.
I am host to a new kind of parasite. A parasite whose coming is always more welcome than its going. A parasite which feeds off my body, my thoughts, but in turn repairs and improves those things. A parasite that is not really a parasite at all but rather a savior that comes in disguise and launches a healthy symbiotic relationship with the lucky soul who has stumbled across its existence. I give this good feeling life, and it breathes new life into me.
I am hesitant to assign blame, even for such a wonderful thing. Maybe I am afraid that if I do, it will soon find an excuse to slither back out of my body through those cracks in my skin. So my credits will be given in silence, where I can still pretend I didn't think them at all.
I am host to a new kind of parasite. A parasite whose coming is always more welcome than its going. A parasite which feeds off my body, my thoughts, but in turn repairs and improves those things. A parasite that is not really a parasite at all but rather a savior that comes in disguise and launches a healthy symbiotic relationship with the lucky soul who has stumbled across its existence. I give this good feeling life, and it breathes new life into me.
I am hesitant to assign blame, even for such a wonderful thing. Maybe I am afraid that if I do, it will soon find an excuse to slither back out of my body through those cracks in my skin. So my credits will be given in silence, where I can still pretend I didn't think them at all.