“Dimness
irritates me, makes me fragile, I lay in a tattered shape. And then by the time
I reconvene it’s dull all over again. I have spent so much time in assembling
myself that I have hardly lived the colors of the world. Would you explain me a
way, faster than I know but long enough to be in the worldly fervor?” " I
looked at him, a man who travelled thus far just to ask me why am I dead for so
long.
“I
do not vouch for what I know is correct” " he said avoiding an eye contact.
“You
shouldn’t tell me that. I am bored of being lifeless. If only you had been more
virile, there had been a way you could have saved me, for that is necessary. I
have grown through the ages so much that I crouch to fit into the coffin.”
I
realized he was prepared to make me more dead as I noticed
a bier large enough for me to comfort my tendons placed behind him.
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