The feeble attempts of human mind to comprehend what is to never be. To lose last tiny drop of humanity and forget one has ever been such an abominable mammal type. I wish to lose myself. Wish to lose the man in me, the human inside me. I should not be this humanoid, this thing. I am an animal, after all.
My nonexistent presence of a feeble mind that should not be. I should be gone. Forever. Never here, forever away, no matter how long forever really is.
I could be a beetle, I could be the wind that plays in your hair whilst you are watching the sunset at a beach, I could be the fire that has scorched someone's house and left the person homeless, I could be the ground that feels the first footsteps of a tiny newborn, anything but this. Anything.
Away from the people. Away. It would be nice not being human, for then you do not have to go through both the bliss and damnation of being such a creature. Creature. It describes me better than anything else, I think. Better.
Rotting away in here. Feeling the worm of existence feast on my very being. It feasts, and I keep feeding it, but it is insatiable, it will never stop. Never stop.
Spots in my mind never leave, they only sometimes decide to depart, but they are present. I know. They are there.
Repetition. Again. And again. And again. All over and over again.
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