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Dearest Veins,
You are so full of pulsing life, I wonder if you are the only living thing inside of me now. It aches, My soul, for it longs to escape such a horrible deduction of life in existence.
My heart, it pounds. But is it still there? Why do I hurt for hours, and at times I don't even care?
You, my friends, clung to me like flies on honeybread as the sun beamed down. You were the flies that stuck to the glazing of the donut, melting away as the sugar poured onto ground to become hard, and wasteful.
Where are you now, when I call you? Where are you, when I need you the most? Who should answer to me when I cry out in agony?
I feel like a part of me has died. I go to work everyday, and put on a face of pretend happiness, and I feel nothing. I am an actor in my own movie called "my life", and I am living it.
The only difference between the movie and reality, is there is no backstage happiness.. but tears and blood.
Veins, oh my dearest veins, you hold so much blood that it causes me to feel heavy. Veins, do you feel in vain? Do I betray my inner soul with thoughts like these?
Dearest veins, could you talk, you would tell me that life was pulsing, rhythmous, repetitive, frequent, warm and only with oxygen do you turn from a cold blue to a warm red. But, dearest veins, I am not the New York spring that you describe.
Dearest Veins, I am the child trapped in the rip tides of Poseidon's ocean. I am being pulled further and further from shore. The lifeguard's vision is distracted by the dream girls in their bikinis, drawn to him like my friends were drawn to me. I can't swim, so I sink.
I am falling, falling fast into dark, cold waters of the ocean. I can't see anything, the water is too dark. I can't breathe, I am suffering. I can't reach the top to grasp for air.
Dearest veins, water will hit you now. Water will cool the warm feel of humanity, and you will be the dried remainder of what once was.
Dearest Veins... Dearest Veins.
