Point Of View: MS
I have come to rest in fingertips, knuckles, palms, wrists and forearms. Flickers
of my existence. But I started my journey with a spark, igniting a wildfire
of disintegration. The uncontrollable kind. The scarring kind. A full body burn.
Tingling flaming waves rushing, coursing along a nervous system in an atmosphere
ripe for my growth.
I am no killer because I have no free will. I am not controlled by choice. My
purpose is destruction. It's the only thing I know. But I am blameless standing
in the charred ruins of the aftermath. I don't know guilt, or pity, or what
I am capable of. I am fed from an unknown source, and am considered an intruder.
Nobody WANTS me, but I am bound to make my presence known. I am bound to destroy.
No one has been able to tell me why I must destroy. The world is seeking a cure
for me. As of now I can only be slowed down. And I do, I yield to the interference
sent my way. I appreciate the creation of a good diversion.
May 31, 2007