I can feel it inside me, penetrating me. It surfs the waves of my blood, crashing into the walls and damaging my network. Soon it'll reach my heart, then I don't know what's going to happen. It lives off my life, this parasite. It dives deep, cherishing the moments underneath before bursting out with rebirth or reincarnation or reloading. Every current that passes tries to bring the sharks back. They only want to protect me. But their fins wave less now because of the knifes that saw through them. Every time I unfold my hands, to embrace this parasite, to make friends, it chops my fingers down, springing them down to a fist. I can feel myself getting weaker. There is not enough water in my body to sustain me. The heat burns within me, making me hotter and hotter. My heart will give up soon. It gave up some time ago actually. But my mind keeps going, hoping that if I keep my eyes open long enough, I'll see the day the parasite becomes a symbiont. At least.. if I don't make it, my body will return to the stars, and, from there, I'll be able to continue watching.
(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)
