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I can't. I can not stop.
I can't stop even when I hear voices, voices mocking us, that I'm following you like a lost duckling. Like a dog following its master.
But they don't understand, they never will.
I won't understand.
It is you who makes me cling to you, who lures me. Absorb. And even when I know that your touch doesn't matter, that the tremble in your voice is just irony, and the hitched breath is just suppressed laughter.
I can't stop.
You've always been curious how my wand works. And I always answer simply about light and shadow with cloudy outlines. About a caricature of what the world might look like. But I'm not telling you everything. You know about it. I feel like you know but you never ask. Tell me why not?
Most people are just a dirty outline, looming in the play of dawn. But you…
I wonder why I'm chasing you despite all this. Why does my heart beat mercilessly in my chest when you leave? Why do I feel this when my wand fully reflects your true nature? I wanted to believe it was fear. Worry. But I can't when you entice me like no other force in this world.
A force stronger than light. Is it possible?
You always look the same to me. As if something pulled you out of the whole picture. Like a dark figure only wrapped in a weave of light, without a sketch or full shape. As if you were devouring every glow, ray and ember.
My heat, my flame. When will you consume it?