I can't stand you. I don't want you on my screen, I don't want to hear you, and I can't look at you without wanting you to experience what the world is. What my world was. (What I saw, what I felt, what i did to make it all stop--)
But I love you, you're what's left of me, untrapped and unfettered, yet I cannot control you like I used to. The body has felt too much, And I'll rightfully assume letting me go was an easy choice (unknown to you. )
I am not me.
(You are me.)
And I guess you probably deserve to exist in the world.
(Over me.)
-Quellow
I was nothing, there was nothing, and I felt nothing.
Suddenly I am something, someone even. A place As a person, with power that burned my chest with every breathe.
How did you live like this?
[Did you leave? Were you taken?]
Or is this mine?
Am I me
[or am I you? ]
This is mine right now anyway, I get to use it.
Power, speed, Joy I can't describe makes me feel the exact opposite of Nothing.
[Everything, all at once, burning and fizzling.]
It burns.
[It burned me.]
It's fragile, yet so Powerful.
[ I don't understand.]
I need more, to overcome this. This is my goal, and I long to achieve a state were burning won't affect me anymore.
-Remnant
