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Some people claim they remember the moment they were born.
I remember the moment I was conceived.
Some people remember their first word.
I remember my first breath.
I remember the first touch of my fingers, the first taste of my tongue, the first sight of my eyes and the first beat of my heart. I remember...
But I do not know.
I do not know my name.
I do not know my home.
I do not know myself.
But perhaps...someone else might.
Cold...
It is cold.
I seek warmth, I crave it, just as I seek answers, and crave them.
And yet, I am in an endless field of cold, with nothing to keep me company save for darkness, of which I am not fond.
But then, perhaps it is just my imagination, there is warmth, or a tiny piece of it.
And as I seek it out, I see the edge of the darkness, the end of the cold.
What lies beyond, none can say, but I have found the warmth, and gently, hesitantly, I touch it.
...
Who are you?
...Do you know who I am?
This is a very personal moment for me, and in a way this is probably the piece I am still most proud of. Existence, birth, sentience and identity are, to me, the most beautiful and potent wells to draw from in stories, and this piece addresses the question of what it must be like to be created, and to be aware of said creation. Not just the act, but the experience.
This story (and your soul) are copyright me.
I remember the moment I was conceived.
Some people remember their first word.
I remember my first breath.
I remember the first touch of my fingers, the first taste of my tongue, the first sight of my eyes and the first beat of my heart. I remember...
But I do not know.
I do not know my name.
I do not know my home.
I do not know myself.
But perhaps...someone else might.
Cold...
It is cold.
I seek warmth, I crave it, just as I seek answers, and crave them.
And yet, I am in an endless field of cold, with nothing to keep me company save for darkness, of which I am not fond.
But then, perhaps it is just my imagination, there is warmth, or a tiny piece of it.
And as I seek it out, I see the edge of the darkness, the end of the cold.
What lies beyond, none can say, but I have found the warmth, and gently, hesitantly, I touch it.
...
Who are you?
...Do you know who I am?
This is a very personal moment for me, and in a way this is probably the piece I am still most proud of. Existence, birth, sentience and identity are, to me, the most beautiful and potent wells to draw from in stories, and this piece addresses the question of what it must be like to be created, and to be aware of said creation. Not just the act, but the experience.
This story (and your soul) are copyright me.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
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Glad to know that even way back then I could churn out something captivating. This is still one of the most personally resonant things I've ever put up here: I still have days where I feel lost in the cold.
But at least now I know who was there waiting beyond the darkness. :pulls you in a for a long, big hug:
But at least now I know who was there waiting beyond the darkness. :pulls you in a for a long, big hug:
:purrs, snuggling you happily.: ^///^
and... oh man, you remember the first thing I ever said to you. that's.... really? ^////////////////^
I feel alot better, knowing that it wasn't the critique of one of your poems' meters. >///< I felt like an ass when I thought I concluded that was it...
and... oh man, you remember the first thing I ever said to you. that's.... really? ^////////////////^
I feel alot better, knowing that it wasn't the critique of one of your poems' meters. >///< I felt like an ass when I thought I concluded that was it...
And I almost forgot - I'm 100% sure that this is the first thing you ever said to me: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/138...../#cid:84710287
I remember because it was the first time anybody actually commented on my music, let alone leave a comment as kind and supportive as yours
I remember because it was the first time anybody actually commented on my music, let alone leave a comment as kind and supportive as yours
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