Separate.
Divulge.
Pull apart the massless pulp
Veins, arteries. It doesn't matter
Blood pumped through there
Blood flowed through here
The open spaces only signify
What once was.
This empty vessel
Holds the Secret of Life
This empty vessel
Holds the Secret of Death
One single cut could kill you
Four grafted vessels could save you
Its all the same.
We all end up running out of something.
Time.
Repetition.
A circular rhythm
Let go of your emotions
Dictated by that massless bundle
That is the Secret.
But which one ?
Simple Facts
- Bianca
- "To live is not to breathe; it is to act; it is to make use of our organs, our senses, our faculties, of all the parts of ourselves which give us the sentiment of our existence" -Rousseau
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