Trying to cope with a world too vast, too deep, too cruel. Souls are born whole and shatter when they touch the ground. A body contorting, burning with an intensity that seems eternal. Soreness is ever present when bending over in the darkness, taking years to pick up the pieces, tempted but unable to give in to the urge of lying down and sleeping, perhaps forever.

Unstoppable through time and space, all places at once, trying to leave behind the creeping feeling of being nowhere, a living ghost, haunting no one but yourself. Unknowingly breaking off, disintegrating into fractions of possible identities, forgotten characters coming to life against your will. But who are you and what is yours to keep, to control?

Balance might lend a steady hand, a soothing oasis in a desert of screeching noise. When you sense it, hold but do not grasp, peace might escape like water through your fingers.

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