I'm so cold. But I' not. Im burning. I'm burning so fast I'm afraid I'm going to scorch myself. I want to scorch myself. I want to burn so hot that I destory all my senses, my nerve endings, my brain cells. I want to feel that pain. Nothing can control me, dampen me. I'm spreading. I'm indestructable.
He was taken from me. Where, why he came I don't know. He was mine, a miracle that didn't need explaining. He was taken from me and I felt pain like I'd never imagined. Throbbing inside me, my heart, my lungs. Everything turned black and everything was wrong. Nothing fitted anymore. My child, my miracle.
I saw him in the night, a child in my hectic world. A shadow, a glowing spirit, visable only in changing light. I reached out and touched him, the silver of his skin turned a shade of red under my fingertips. Deeper and deeper. He told me who I was, what I was, what I was going to be. He knew me like no other.
They were flying over head. Breathtaking and reckless. We were surrounded by war, powerless and exposed. I woke in confusion. Wrapped up in a circle of past, present and future. Eating away at me. Guilt, guilt, guilt. The present wasn't enough. I was holding on with all my might. Prim and proper towns and pleasantries from people you couldn't care less about. An eventfiul night.