The expanse has transposed. Everything has changed.
It all feels the same.
The only freezing assurance I have now is the icy fate that grasps me tighter than the warm hope I abandoned.
I'd rather be alone, but here you are.
And somehow it makes me feel better.
I can breathe. But each breath feels like another mouthful of nails moving down my throat.
This air is so unpure, so dirty.
The water is no cleaner.
Even in this trivial world of ours, I seek the name I never had.
Even in this grey world we live in, I seek color.
Even as death draws near, I dream of an aeon of life, an eternity.
And so all of these things become one. In deathless, and in the enlightened.
