A poem-ish story that came to mind in the middle of a sleepless night
I know who I am and what I am,
But I will never understand why I am.
Who I am is more than I could tell you in your lifetime
What I am is a being around which motion does not exist
My slightest touch will halt anything that moves
I've never known human contact
For my touch stops the beating of a heart
And the flowing circuits in a brain
Even air ceases to move when I walk
The hot air, the cold air, it all just becomes air
And I breathe it in
It moves in me but not around me
Feeding me against my will
With the death of motion comes my eternal life
I'm always growing yet never aging
Unable to die, too afraid to live
Forever living forever
Forever dead to myself
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