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We measure our lives in fragments. Childhood, our teenage years, adulthood, elderly. Our memories are simply fragments of time in our mind. Each person only has a measured amount of time that no living being can tell until it's ended. Does it end after death? Only the dead know. It's something the living ponder at quite frantically. Live life to the fullest, for your ruler might end sooner than you think.
A simple swig is all it takes to put me off the stuff for good. Bitter, a taste I can hardly describe, causes my face to contort and my nose to wrinkle. Swallowing does nothing to end the disgust. The taste lingers and I have nothing to wrinse it from my mouth.
I used to love those hands of yours. The way you walked and smiled. Your cute little laugh and how you were so passionate about babies and natural parenting. Now I hate it. I hate all of it. I hate everything you are as a whole. At your center is a religion that you chose over me. A religion that has you deem me a sinful mistake. You are christian. You are enemy.
Cool waters lapped against her feet. She tilted her head back, feeling the cool breeze blow her head around her. It was a nice day for a bath. She slipped into the spring, completely content. She felt at peace in the waters. Like she was born from them.
She spoke through her hands. Quick, elegant movements without the use of her vocal chords. She could not laugh, she could not yell. The noise of her hands touching and whirling through the air was the sound of her voice. It was lovely.