palpablethis misery is so sweet.the taste of turmoil on my toungepulls me in at my weakestthreatening to endureas invisible stringsattach to my sinews and reduce me to a dancing marionette.a sickening aura of zealous altruisticity is all i knowwithin the confines of our little world.i long for you to understand.yet when the walls fall down and the ties are cut, i almost wish i was the marionette again.
lost soulsthere is no time here.i slip in and out of dimensions with unfathomable fluidity,floating aimlessly through superclusters and dancingin tempests of formidable light and colour;a single consciousness in an infinite sea of many.i am nothing.
Temper: PrologueMy eyes fly open.I'm sitting on the floor of a dingy and unfamiliar kitchen and my hands are caked over with dried blood. Whether it's my own or someone else's, I can't be sure. I can hardly hear my own breathing over my pounding heart. There's a stinging pain on the right side of my face and I raise two fingers up to touch it. It's sticky with congealing blood; there's a large gash across my cheek and I have no recollection of how it got there.A familiar sort of confused terror washes over me, a feeling I had felt only once before. I had happened to be in a similar situation, one I only escaped by sheer luck; I shudder at the memory and hug my knees up to my chest as I cautiously turn my head to get my bearings, afraid of what might be there.A broken plate and scattered food cover the floor
It seems I interrupted someone's dinner. To the left, against the far wall, there is a high chair and a baby's bottle filled with milk. I have t