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Thanatos
October 10, 2010
It is dark.
Something surrounds me.
And although I don't feel myself move, I know I am reaching out for it.
When what I perceive as my hand touches the unknown, something happens.
If I could have felt it, it would have been warm.
If I could have seen it, it would have been brilliant.
If I could have known it, it would have been pure.
Nothing tangible.
Nothing knowable.
Nothing real.
I could only feel my soul.
It was infinite, and nothing could ever disturb my endless line, spanning across time.
© Jessica M., Marblehead, MA
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