A reason to live. Whichever path I was searching, t'was buried somewhere deep beyond the corona of the blind inner current I so readily rode upon. Holes would open, burned through as a point of light magnified by my unwavering focus on gold, and I followed, resting on the pull of ever ascending frequencies.
In times of doubt, I rested upon the Iris crust. In frozen time, held in place for the cells which hadn't yet developed the strength to enter into the strange world which beckoned my gaze. Then, my attention drawn to the gaze of another. A child's solitary eyes, overwhelmed with a light which remorselessly picked at a frozen lake of sorrow, it was all the more a reason not to thaw - no single organism could hold the combined weight of all those fears, doubts, a flood of realizations so deep they were not ready to comprehend. So, midst the chaos, arrhythmic in the context of cycles we had the training to perceive, a simple bedtime story. A breathy whisper from ghosts who lay beside us, beckoning us to sleep.
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