Termites
Eating away like the termites in room 772-13... dark and gloomed by the dust that aspires from the desperation.
Each piece by piece being bitten into... each piece of a living entity being destroyed by tiny specimins of what they call nature.
We are not that family that is enraptured and vulnerable... and desperate... are we?
Each new day I wonder if the termites will destroy my happiness or my life... my wonderfully spiritually connected being to another.
I'm not a termite... I am a piece of wood, you are a piece of wood but I wish you were metal... something that is less destroyed than the obvious.
Eating away like the hungriest creature... like a starving figure... like someone who acts on glutony and pain!!!!
Eating away!!!! Eating away!!!!!
Each night I pray... pray for them to stop eating away at you, I pray that they will be terminated like all the termites that were once in room 772-13.
I'm remembering each day like it was the last... we are here and so are you... I light a candle each day... I light an incent and pray... pray for you to be right back here... here... just here.
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