FallenAngel77

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A streamer, twisting & twirling enticing to come join & be, be like it, free, non-existent. Just twirling away on the  surface of the water, so like the mind of yourself. Is that the sound of the streamer you hear? Faint and foreboding? Is that what the voice of it would sound like if it could speak? No, it's not verbal communication. It is a sound though, listen! Swish, swish, fluttering like a dieing butterfly, splash, splash. Butterfly, you think. What pretty creatures. Too short of a lifespan though to ever enjoy anything. But they don't care, they are free, they are beautiful, they can escape on a mere, singular whim. Much like something else you know, but cannot retrieve the memory. Oh, pretty! Look at the sparkle you just saw, look at the droplets on the floor from the streamer. Let's clean it up for it is making such a mess everywhere. Hmmmmm. Legs not working. Oh yeah, I remember. Do you? Come on, reach out and touch it. Here, I'll help you. My hands are wet, but it's ok. See, there's the memory. Nice one, isn't it?  Does it make you feel all warm & fuzzy inside? It should, but for some reason, I only feel cold and sharp. Oh no, the bottle is empty like my hand. Wait, no it's not, I still have the pretty streamer in my hand. Is it in my hand? I don't know. HEY! Come join me, we can float away on the pretty streamers w/the sparkles. It'll be nice. There, do you see? Can you hear? Shush! Open your eyes. Swish, swish, no fluttering though, no splashing either. Hmmmm, oh well. No more mess though, people won't have much to deal with. You joining me? Hey, let me help you. WAIT! I can't. My hands won't work. Isn't that funny? That's nice though. Wow, you better hurry though b/c I am leaving now. The bottle is empty, my mind is emptier, and my body is emptiest. I still feel as cold and sharp as I did, probably more so than that knife  you took from me to follow me with. See you in a few minutes. I hear them calling me, can't you hear?

along a stream of something trudging wearily through it all kicking along an object of questionable identity, hint of possibility of knowing Absolutely nothing here except the cries of the screaming being inside. Animal, mineral, or human? Rolling in front of a toe, you have no idea, but do you want an idea? Would it be better to remain in ignorant bliss or be painfully enlightened? An old wolf, a fairy w/broken wings & heart, a panther of unknown strength, all glancing to the questionable identity object, smiling, for they know if you saw them creeping up, you would realize the truth in their eyes, the pain in their beings, the hunger in their hands. Each has something different to carry, that still has a questionable existence, much like the trio in the light. The fairy wearing black gloves, the wolf dripping wet, the panther ruffling its wings. Focusing on the wings, you notice something laying along the back. DON'T! DON'T LOOK! DON'T FOCUS! DON'T!! slowly as can be, you look. Crystal Clarity, you focus and notice the nothing and yet everything in the existence of the three who carry you. The fairy wearing your arms for gloves, the wolf chewing on your bones whereas the rest are on the panthers back, along w/your facial skin & scalp. your head is the item that is questionable as you realize one eye has been left so that you may gaze towards yourself w/your other eye on a smoldering stick, while walking the path of unrighteousness.

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