Un – anatomy

There are days when you feel an overwhelming sense of emptiness, bubbling up from inside you as it proliferates across the mite-sized intricacies of the life-sustaining bio-machinery installed within the capsule of your being, pumping and pulsating in utmost synchronicity with the seconds of this transient world — seconds that flutter by on abstract wings. 

How much you feed it, how much you unwittingly nurture the malignant seed of discord planted at the base of your heart — from the very hour your conception is defined, the very second the tactile awareness of your being makes its indelible mark on the tattered records on which this world is built — is what ultimately shapes your end.

There is no way to curb its imminent birth, though with this seed, we have been granted a freedom. A freedom to do with it as we wish.


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