Pyro
Bluelighter
I fall back into the faded plastic mold, which is shaped exactly for me. I close my eyes and project myself away from this place again. In case you were wondering, I am neither dead nor alive. I sift around in a state of stasis, waiting for something to happen.
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It is the overwhelming sense of peace. I am removed from the world and it's speed induced sense of humanity. I drift upward and backward as I break apart into a million different individual pieces. Each piece has it's own, unique voice. They scream in pleasure as the release is finally realized. Peace.
It is the absolute sense of solitude. Alone, but not without myself. Singular, yet there are so many different aspects floating about in this space. I look at what it could be, and my eyes break apart and turn into individual pieces of flesh that have no purpose without the other pieces. Vision means nothing in here. I reach out and find myself being lifted up by the spirit within. Solitude.
I see you. There you are so gentle and calm. Your eyes are closed and your hair is caught in an eternal breeze. I wonder so many things, about what it is you are feeling, thinking, and believing. I want to reach out and touch your face and kiss your lips and pretend that you are here with me. And then you slip away.
I enjoy my memory. I do not live there. And then my hand, after touching your face, dematerializes back into the particles from whence it came. I do not feel a sense of loss for you. I know that you were only an image of a past moment. Now you're forever haunting my dreams and moments of peace and solitude. I don't mind, because I feel no sense of loss. I know that I will find someone else some other day. Your face will become hers. I will forget I ever knew you. I will let you disapate back into the nothing from whence you came. Out of the blue, and then back into it. You'll forever smear into the sky, becoming a part that does not stand out anymore. That clouded over memory of the deep blue sky.
And I will hold her hand in mine and think only of her. I will look into her eyes and believe she was the only one for me. I will talk to her and ask her about how she feels. I will kiss her on the face when she is not expecting it. I will hold her hand to my lips in admiration of her beauty - looking into her eyes, looking at her skin. And she will be the only one. She will be with me in my times of peace and solitude, when I sever the ties to this world. She will dominate my memory, and you... ?
You will be a cloud covered, non-distinct piece of the deep blue sky. Forgotten.
Pyro
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It is the overwhelming sense of peace. I am removed from the world and it's speed induced sense of humanity. I drift upward and backward as I break apart into a million different individual pieces. Each piece has it's own, unique voice. They scream in pleasure as the release is finally realized. Peace.
It is the absolute sense of solitude. Alone, but not without myself. Singular, yet there are so many different aspects floating about in this space. I look at what it could be, and my eyes break apart and turn into individual pieces of flesh that have no purpose without the other pieces. Vision means nothing in here. I reach out and find myself being lifted up by the spirit within. Solitude.
I see you. There you are so gentle and calm. Your eyes are closed and your hair is caught in an eternal breeze. I wonder so many things, about what it is you are feeling, thinking, and believing. I want to reach out and touch your face and kiss your lips and pretend that you are here with me. And then you slip away.
I enjoy my memory. I do not live there. And then my hand, after touching your face, dematerializes back into the particles from whence it came. I do not feel a sense of loss for you. I know that you were only an image of a past moment. Now you're forever haunting my dreams and moments of peace and solitude. I don't mind, because I feel no sense of loss. I know that I will find someone else some other day. Your face will become hers. I will forget I ever knew you. I will let you disapate back into the nothing from whence you came. Out of the blue, and then back into it. You'll forever smear into the sky, becoming a part that does not stand out anymore. That clouded over memory of the deep blue sky.
And I will hold her hand in mine and think only of her. I will look into her eyes and believe she was the only one for me. I will talk to her and ask her about how she feels. I will kiss her on the face when she is not expecting it. I will hold her hand to my lips in admiration of her beauty - looking into her eyes, looking at her skin. And she will be the only one. She will be with me in my times of peace and solitude, when I sever the ties to this world. She will dominate my memory, and you... ?
You will be a cloud covered, non-distinct piece of the deep blue sky. Forgotten.
Pyro
