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The Electric Body
Imagine sinking. To a place yet to be known but with a dark atmosphere already known to you, like the place where you are. Perhaps you can't, denial is a strong medicine. Before reaching the bottom, you will find yourself in a void, light will have no place nor meaning, the same way for those that have sunk in life. To the bottom of a deep dark pit free of vision but replete with turmoil and hopelessness. Trying to leave is futile, clawing the walls, struggling to reach a kind of light, one born from a torn mind. Illusions that are delusions seen in shape of gaps in walls that causes the skin to cringe upon touch. Sinking towards the oblivion of a duality, to an ending that is also a new beginning. Not only that, but may also be nothing. How bad can it truly be? To relinquish all unto the unknown to attain the exchange of one uncertainty for another, but hopefully better... There may be the fabled peace, a kind of it, at least. Dry me clean and let me sink. For as the last breath is drawn and things start to look (feel) better, rejoice forwhy the end is near. As they say, things ought to get worse before getting better. Why bother?
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