Peace...

Peace...Oblivion is at my doorstep... Inches from my feet, my cold bare feet. The blood red nail polish, boldly contrasting my pale, cold, bare feet. I want to dip my toes into it, to see how cool and quiet it is. Its feeling so intoxicating as it wraps around me, and tugs at my very soul. I want it. I want it more than anything, to know that ecstasy that only peace can offer me. I want the silence and the freedom that go with it. But will it make me luminous? Will it make my heart beat fast in my chest? My breath quick and short? My cheeks flushed? My laughter rich? My eyes dance? My mind race? No it will not bring me that. There is only one that could offer such a gift, a gift of life. That one is Chaos.

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