I sometimes think about the person who possessed the weapon which was the reason your heart stopped beating. Not for revenge or anything but I wonder about the capabilities of Sapiens. Your heart. Alive and warm. came to halt. Your blood stopped running in your veins. No more nerve impulses. No more love no more happiness. No more Sadness. How can someone just stop existing? I don't think you can cease to exist just by the mere act of dying. You continue to exist in the hearts of your loved ones and when those hearts stop beating, you are passed onto another generation. The legacy continues. This is probably the reason you find connections with things and places you thought you were a complete stranger to.
Ever since I met you, I walk with my heart in one hand and an ancient dagger in the other. Blood dripping off, leaving marks, they'd be tough to wash faint rusty stains will linger forever if not crimson and the brown tint will also float amidst the hazel sea --------------------- I don't recognize the figure that stares back at me in the mirror anymore so many lies lies and lies --------------------- I drew my old home today tried to transfer everything on paper because I am forgetting the details details of the only building I called home with all my heart the heart that I carry in my hand now with blood dripping I think some of the details dripped there as I made room for the details of your existence I couldn't remember how long the window from the dining room to the courtyard was and which shelf were the books on was it the middle one or the last one I think there was a vase with pink flowers in the middle one like the flowers growing...

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