Castile La Mancha.
Present Day - 2nd November, 1968.
I find myself living a life without love,
a life where the crystalline scent of Stardust no longer descends into the Atria and Ventricles of my heart.
Where every inhalation feels like poison,
yet I yearn for more.
As if this poison we inhale,
that flows through our veins is our only supply of ichor left.
Yet even though it incinerates our souls to ashes and decapitates our hearts into desire.
We still yearn for that touch,
for that poison..
For that -
Termination of Desire.
