The vivid imaginings that once opened the wings of my mind, have now become a distant memory. In time my thoughts, ideas, and memories of moments past fade away into my conscience mind. What is now here will stay and will never go away. Tears of sadness no longer felt by the soul. The wanting and hunger of my flesh no longer am I a slave to those feelings. Once governed by the natural, my body and soul have surpassed the limitation of this world. And yet here in this foreign land I can't help but feel a sense of familiarity to this place. Blue streaks that run along every wall show me the way as I roam these dark streets. |

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