a pulse: reverberating wet deep red in my chest throat wrists head

fingers twitching on bare arms and breathing fog clouds in still air frozen with melancholy,
sightless eyes watch for movement, a sign of life.

so i was thinking about what i wanted to do with my life, the other day and.

well.

i was wondering if it at all mattered and then i thought of you, and how your plans are big and you dream of stars and dazzling us, and i remembered: that was why i loved you.

and so i realized that this is all i am: but a single heartbeat in the entire cycle and my pulse pounding wet deep red, and my thoughts just short gasps in the whole body of humanity;

but i will make it count.

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AN: I know... This should be my story place but what the fuck ever, this is what I'm used to.