I've tried not to do it. I've gotten better at delaying it... but without thinking, the things I touch die.
Even when I first existed- there was this... thing. I don't know who it was. I don't know what it was. But I touched its' hand- and it evaporated.
The thing existed- but it soon went away... it left. Not destroyed.
But there was another thing that I destroyed. I knew it was a dead thing. So was the other. Even that which is dead can die again.
Because they moved on their own.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI see those after-death lives.
They died... and yet didn't die.
It is odd... and fascinating... but it confuses me on what life is.
-stares towards the sky-
... If there is no death, or if death is meaningless, then what is life...
-tilts its' head more- ... No matter. I'll learn someday.
-before staring at its' hand- ... In the meantime, I don't know how to control myself. Not fully.
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-She's yawning, seems she just woke up-
-She has her sunglasses on her forehead, revealing her eyes...which have started to regain that galaxy pattern that Ori has-
"Well isn't that a shame...because it looks like you decay anything you touch. Is that right?"