It was like a slow motion, black and white train wreck, grainy, shuddering, just a touch out of focus, and yet unmistakible for what it was, just something you can almost ignore, but just quiet cant.
And then after the repeat, it clicks: I am not alone. There is a Yin to my Yang. There is a sun to my moon. There is a counterpoint to my self, a match for me, another halfto my imperfect, incomplete whole.
Shock mixed with comfort and the result is a reailization that I cannot escape.
Nor would I want to...
I am not alone...
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