posted on Aug, 21 2016 @ 09:01 PM
Without purpose, without delay I run upon the world through a marathon in life without my blood, running eternally with my kind at my core. Losing
grip on reality, losing it all, what once was family, nothing to me, no more.
One little string grasped at my soul, tied me stuck to this little life of such intensity with the strengths of gods and mortality of man, inhumane at
the depths of the abyss of the soul.
The form dwelled in slow pace, every movement methodical, no room for randomness, the eyes of the world beyond watching, always watching. And the eyes
had lips which asked, "In this realm what is your desire to achieve?" and the answer always the same, for the formation of family.
But as time passed on, the days went by and the years seemed to last fewer hours than the day the self became the answer.
The lips asked, "In this realm what is your desire to achieve?" and the answer no longer the same, but for the formation of the self.
No altercation, wandering the lonesome desert still for family and self.