Current pulses through my veins, channeling through the many receptors of pain. At the speed or light, or faster maybe; it floods my system with charged particles. Searching for an exit, it bursts and sparks at every obstacle.
I know not of what occurs on the other side. May the stream flow elegantly to the chorus of the withering trees, or the yawns of the sickly pale Eucalyptus. Brilliance at every node, and every beginning; I arrive to think.
Pain. Beauty. Oxidization.
Erratic Behaviour
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