Xasika is the Owner of the world

Ethereal


Oh, and what about that?
'That' that shatters the barriers of time. And life. And death.
That.
No picture can hold that.
No song can describe that.
There's no word for that.
Oh, what about that?

It's more like a hook.
It's more like an inter-dependencie.
It's more like a needed mutual parasite relation.
It's not like love, hate or any simple word.
It's more than that.

It was her. And me.
It was us.
And what we never had time to be.
That.
We almost become.
And there, in the fringe of perfection, is where she lies.
In there. I try to raise and grab her, but it's ethereal.
Too late.
That's gone.

She's nothing, now.
We're nothing, now.
And I...
Well, that, I'll just wait.

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