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Jun. 10th, 2012
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was_no_monster[he doesn't sleep often.
his body doesn't require it, not sustained by the power he hoards— in fact, is harmed by it, and the cessation of his control over his body's rejections. his mind was designed to be free of the need of something so frivolous. however... that design did not take into account warm, sunny days, or a slow recovery of his mental strength. so... today he sleeps, and in doing so, remembers.
rising bubbles. water currents. the murmur of voices— all of them familiar, but none of them beloved. a sense of loss. loneliness.
he has nothing. he is nothing. he drifts.]
...where am I...?
[the faint echo that escapes him is just that— more of a yearning, questioning restlessness than coherent words]
his body doesn't require it, not sustained by the power he hoards— in fact, is harmed by it, and the cessation of his control over his body's rejections. his mind was designed to be free of the need of something so frivolous. however... that design did not take into account warm, sunny days, or a slow recovery of his mental strength. so... today he sleeps, and in doing so, remembers.
rising bubbles. water currents. the murmur of voices— all of them familiar, but none of them beloved. a sense of loss. loneliness.
he has nothing. he is nothing. he drifts.]
...where am I...?
[the faint echo that escapes him is just that— more of a yearning, questioning restlessness than coherent words]