Equinox

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The year is 2099. Technology has advanced farther than any primitive human could be capable of comprehending. Chronic illnesses no longer pose a threat. The health of the planet has been restored. Humanity has undoubtedly reached true serenity on earth. However, regardless of how perfect things are, people still grasp for something that seems to be lacking in recent years: human connection. The rise in hands-free tech and emotion-mimicking robots has eradicated the need for true, face-to-face social interaction. Some chat through digitalized screens, and some rely on Artificial Intelligence to meet their needs. Countless experiments, started in an attempt to resolve this issue, have fallen through due to the heavy obsession with telecommunication. While cancer has been cured, people still fall into the unforgiving hands of mental illness. Chemical imbalances might be corrected, for a short time, but these corrections never last.

 

 

Foreword

My body has never retained any gravity,
light, or spirit.
I have never possessed warmth. I've never
had anything to give.
I've also never desired to.

I don't know why. I don't know what's wrong
with me.
While I stare into her pleading, desponded
eyes,

imploring me to grasp onto something, 

anything,

to not throw myself away,

the thick rift between us seems to layer
film over my own eyes. I cannot cohere. I
cannot associate. Nothing can imbue this
density.

Despite feeling her body over mine, her bust
rising and falling rapidly as she laughs, 

shining before me,

undulating her rays down into my brain,

I can't seem to stay leveled. 

It's easy to say I love her. It's effortless to
tell myself that I don't need to feel. It was
painless when I didn't.

Even if everyone tells me that I'm horrible,
lesser, that I'll never be able to feel the
same beauty as a real human being, it's all
been child's play.

They need me to be practical, still, I don't
lose any sleep over it.

Yet,

as she descends to her knees before me,
grasping at her chest,

telling me she doesn't understand, that
she's petrified of what will happen next,

I can't help but want to live. I can't help
becoming desperate.

I don't need to be what these people need me
to be.

I have protected myself by not caring. I
know how to pretend that I am alright with
seclusion,

with how pointless this debilitating weight
on my body is,

distending me along constellations,

with light never piercing me, not once.

The warmth I feel is volatile. It tickles my
skin for a moment, fleetingly, and I let it
leave. I let it go.

I don't need it.

Her excruciating gaze drips ether into my
heart, and her lips ignite me. Thawing
away, 

away, 

the agony biting through the ice that
surrounds my body.

This warmth hurts.

The fact that these consequences I am 
facing are finding me, for the first time in
my life, tortures me.

Responsibility never mattered until her.
The ground feels close enough for my fingers
to graze it. I never envisioned that I'd need
to be prepared for something like this.

My hollow life was meant to pass by
soundlessly, without a trace, without a 
memory.
I was never meant to touch the world in the way that she does.

Her mind seems to envelop me,

alleviation forcing me to open my eyes.

Perhaps our atoms are from the same star.
Possibly, as lost as I've been, for eons,

she was just as incomplete. Desperate to
find me. Desperate to lead me back to her.

Moreover, selfishly enough, I want a second
chance. Come what may, the brutality and
relentlessness of this world seem not to vex
me, even now that I can feel just how
burdensome it is to breathe.

Now, she is home to me. Regardless of how
hollow my life may be, regardless of not
knowing why I am here,

I feel certain that she and I were meant to
collide. Only when my soul is swallowed up
by hers, am I complete.

 

 

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