I cannot begin to think about what it would be like for myself to split into two again. as if I have lost the feeling from being clothed for so long. it's like naked is an unknown concept, and I do nothing but cleanse my plastic skin without taking it off.

The water never gets hot enough to burn it away. I sit there for hours but am provided no relief.

Sometimes the sun whispers its prayers to me. But I ignore her because if she wanted the removal of the shield from all object, she would make it happen. But she doesn't. She knows that there is no such thing as penetration, as deep sea diving, unless the opposite in itself exists.

You cannot go down unless you go up. But you can go up without coming down.