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Mar. 4th, 2005 12:51 amI die every day I think.
Sometimes I come back moments later, and sometimes I come back weeks later.
But who I am changes so suddenly that it's like the self that exsisted not 10 minutes ago has passed on, and another has taken her place.
It comes without warning, and I fall dead, like a boulder.
Winds pass, nothing changes. Rain falls, nothing changes. Trees grow around me, nothing changes.
Then for what seems to be no reason at all, I respawn, rising from the ground, as a weakened phoenix, who will still fly into powerlines, and windows, and sharp objects, and will be shot by the guns of hunters, because even the phoenix is unsafe. Living, breathing, and blowing flames like a dragon when I am angry. The flames turn on me, destroy my feathery and delicate body.
I die again.
Sometimes I come back moments later, and sometimes I come back weeks later.
But who I am changes so suddenly that it's like the self that exsisted not 10 minutes ago has passed on, and another has taken her place.
It comes without warning, and I fall dead, like a boulder.
Winds pass, nothing changes. Rain falls, nothing changes. Trees grow around me, nothing changes.
Then for what seems to be no reason at all, I respawn, rising from the ground, as a weakened phoenix, who will still fly into powerlines, and windows, and sharp objects, and will be shot by the guns of hunters, because even the phoenix is unsafe. Living, breathing, and blowing flames like a dragon when I am angry. The flames turn on me, destroy my feathery and delicate body.
I die again.
