Stars are falling, breaking, cracking falling into that empty space made of organic blackness that circulates thought and substance like blood. All of this rage is as old as the membrane of space, and yet for all that age is no wiser- valuble reason, reasons to believe, so precious, and yet so little sought after. Its waiting to take, take us with the tide that sweeps earth and her kind away. Essence is wavering lightly, full of the watery sadness of guilt. Be not afraid, My Darkling Sisters, for time is no reality. Time cannot destoy us, time will not be destoyed, and by and by we will use again, steel tempered by patience. Alive! Alive again, my darkling sisters for our essence cannot be diluted. We are eternal, our perception is ever existing, our ponderence ever stenghthing. We are beyond chase and class and gender and species. The shell is nothing. The heart is nothing. The soul is all. Hear me, still ones. Feel my existance, know that I am. I want only to reflect before I become absolute. I want to think of life and how I shall miss it. I know that I will exist forever but I know it is only essence not in times of saftey, forever is not so long at all.
Reason for writing:
Got all of this from my sis, I love you, this is all you... Forgive!
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