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I thought I had found what I was looking for but when I woke I felt lonely and terrified so I wrote it in my skin. That way I could never forget. The schemes of things were too grand for me to possibly comprehend. It wasn’t like a disease or an ailment of the bone, but rather my gutter heart pumping black blood as my lungs choked on the poisonous air. I lifted my head slowly and peered out the window to see the moon. It hung low and was glowing blue. It was half lit, half alive, and fleeting. I raised my knife to its light so that I could see what I was writing. I had extended my hands before but this time it would be permanent. The logic in all this couldn’t compete with my blinking efforts like a turtle stuck on its back and a clown trying desperately to amuse a little girl. Eventually the little girl gets bored and wants to go home but what does the clown do? There were ants all around but they panicked and ran away when I reached out my arms and nothing came out. My bones were dry and left nothing to offer for these tiny pathetic creatures. I felt conjoined with everything; they were all like me but not like me. As the sun rose my heart was hanging low with everything as I desperately tried to find the love for anything.
I thought I had found what I was looking for but when I woke I felt lonely and terrified so I wrote it in my skin. That way I could never forget. The schemes of things were too grand for me to possibly comprehend. It wasn’t like a disease or an ailment of the bone, but rather my gutter heart pumping black blood as my lungs choked on the poisonous air. I lifted my head slowly and peered out the window to see the moon. It hung low and was glowing blue. It was half lit, half alive, and fleeting. I raised my knife to its light so that I could see what I was writing. I had extended my hands before but this time it would be permanent. The logic in all this couldn’t compete with my blinking efforts like a turtle stuck on its back and a clown trying desperately to amuse a little girl. Eventually the little girl gets bored and wants to go home but what does the clown do? There were ants all around but they panicked and ran away when I reached out my arms and nothing came out. My bones were dry and left nothing to offer for these tiny pathetic creatures. I felt conjoined with everything; they were all like me but not like me. As the sun rose my heart was hanging low with everything as I desperately tried to find the love for anything.