You feel their eyes, burning through your frigid skin, you didn't think they could get that far.
You feel their flat minds judging you from across the room, you have felt it before.
You feel their hearts beating through the space between them, you remember that they are just vessels of physical existence.
You could kill them.
Life is much harder than death.
Death is easy.
Why is the light more beautiful than the darkness, when darkness is the only thing that is truly real.
Light just came to taint our minds and the universe.
It's not real.
I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that we aren't supposed to exist.
Anywhere.
Ever.
It's simply useless.
