Dear Sir Shit is its own vocabulary You seem to be fluent I see.
Going back to that instant you know the exact moment you feel the paradigm shift.The tectonic plates in your personal universe your sphere, Reposition and the alignment of what you had been is no longer.
My magic is in my words sir where do you conjure the notion of believing or wanting to know? So you want to know truly what I felt?
Like a light switch was turned off and another turned on. I felt cold. Basically like the fairy tails tell of Vampires changing from human form to vampire form.
My body ached and I continued on working in a complete terror,waiting on them till my breath began to be so shallow.
In that moment I was different. It was different. In total lucidity I realized in that moment that one of me died and another came right back to life.
And this feeling is less than desirable. My heart hardly beats. That’s what it’s like dear Sir.
Further more where were you my good man? surely you understand ?
Yeah probably not. Here come closer feel this disease ……what do you feel a bit at ease? Perhaps the contrary?
There was a beauty
Shot down in flight
The white mans world
There she was stuck
Shot down because she didn’t follow direction~
She was to curious, young, learning…. but she felt fearsome~
Traveled to far thinking she needed no protection~
Life snatched her in vulnerable state~
She is living like a human~
She is aging as a human~
Dying like a human~
Just like a human~
How sad the process is in reverse or is it?