i may not live during when im alive i might always be parallel to true living.
isnt it beautiful scratching lazarus as i embody a faux vessel emptiness to be passed by???
a thin space between life and death with memory too full to continue how many more memories do i have can i install anything else in here ?
I dont know. No one is coming to save me this i do know. The power is mine, but was i created for this purpose??
I want it. I need it. But that doesn't mean I will have it.
I'm playing probability. What are the chances i find the people like me? our purpose causes us to slip past like ghosts, how will we touch eachother and sew our lips and stomaches together?
Will I have the power to forge the memory of a fist in my throat?????
I don't know. I'll never know and i know that.