Move. Search. Find. Explore.
Leave. Long. For constancy. Yet long for change.
Want to disappear into the underbrush. Searching. Searching. Searching for something to find. Longing, longing for bestial instincts, and indifference. To wade across the stream, without ever thinking of getting wet. To have the hide of the animal, to walk through snagging brush without spilling blood. To feel the moonlight on my bare body, without feeling the cold.
Gia, my soul misses you. Misses it's past lives of our closeness. Just the three of us. my soul, me, and thee. Now my body is draped in man made cloth. I am surrounded by metal and plastic. I am irrevocably addicted, soul reaches towards you, but my brain and my body are wired into this very age. If I bare my body to the moon, I will shiver until i convulse. If I wade through the stream, I will yelp in shock, and will be bothered by my wetness until i am dry. If I walk through the brush i will be cut, and bleed, and become infected, and sick. I am exiled from your pleasures and wonders, and truths oh Gia. I miss all these things I've never known. I miss you.
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