Female

25

I should know that as long as I am who I remember, my every breath will serve to embody the fulfillment and surpassing of the potential of my emotive imperfect vessel, and always to the ultimate end of becoming at least sane.
Only here, in this way does the tremulous vapor of my vessel in a glimpse of this legacy which is a pinnacle of all life and all breath. The breathing slows to a murmur...visionary until you appear...I know this body will one day pass into the dust..what sweet pains I have gained. Surely, I will madly scrape across this desolate globe in hopes of finding a tiny piece of myself.

My inspirations dance before my eyes, glittering my hands with life's sweet perfume,
taunting me on towards the ultimate unknown.
Voices echo back and forth through my enchanted fortress.
Life becomes a chunk of a few cycles thru a a transparent cyrstal orb of sweeping grey to black clarity
I'm whiffled away down to the most basic core will, in all its beautiful simplicity.