Its not even even tangible. Whatever it is.
There's a white Christmas in my head. It is blinding and pulsing, and you can see it from behind the mountain, casting that eerie glow in the winter sky. It silhouettes the outer trees that line the monolith before me, and they reach into the sky in an exhausted desperation, an exhausted desperation which I have seemingly always known. Its not light pollution. There's not even any lights out here in this place. They fly away in twos when the glow is brightest. Fly away in twos away from my outreached hands, and it all sips through my fingers. Eventually they become threes. I have seen threes before. Hell is a cold place. The heat is mythological.
Just need to hang in there a little longer.
Feel like a dying soldier with a slowly cooling rifle slug lodged deep in his gut, clinging to his own rifle and waiting for his oncoming savior in the fetal position. It is under a cold rising winter sun. The vapor clouds from his mouth are growing smaller and less dense. The light has a yellow-blue hue and is breathtaking. And he is in a euphoria that few will understand. It just started to snow. How delicate and soft...the falling of snow. Maybe just as much so as the human body. Maybe just as much so.
Of course I wouldn't know what it really feels like to be a soldier of any kind. The mere thought of the possibility is terrifying in the most primal way. For someone to die protecting the life of another. Incredible.
Maybe fate acts as a sort of loose-leash blueprint for our overall life plan. I mean, surely there is required even a bit of freewill for a human being to do some of the things that human beings have done in this world. That and there has to be a sort of design as well, as this place is ruled with mathematics, and if this place is ruled with mathematics than there is a design. Perhaps freewill and fate are reconcillable.
And all this thinking. Hopefully brains aren't like cars and become less reliable with more mileage.
-The Piece
who doesn't fit
You'll find me between the walls.
