It’s hard to say just how I move or how I came to be but I did. From the depths of your body I split away from the rolling and tumbling of organic materials, I passed through a series of tubes, pumps, four way stops, traffic lights, and crosswalks. I shimmied into position and awaited a task so mundane, compared to the brilliance that was the machine that sent forth my existence. I was constructed from biology to display your emotions.
Launched from position I set forth gliding along my brothers and sisters stretched to form your skin. How well they do their task despite your layering and prodding, and your use of chemicals and tools. Your nose forms a slide rocketing me quickly to the corner of your mouth. I greet the masses that form your lips. I realize how rugged they appear doesn't really explain how soft they feel, and I roll on. Little tiny hairs that explain that certain softness in your skin delay my travels. This world is cold and for a moment I wish that things can return to how they once were. However, I know that even as this moment passes and feelings fade what has been done cannot be erased. We live in a world of scars and marks- not perfection. No remedy is strong enough to completely heal any blemish, but one would not know seeing the terrain I've traveled.
I can see more like me exiting from above as I drop from your chin. The air around me bends my form. I'd never guess that all this time to lead up to something so short and sad. Forget not this day it has been my duty to die for expression, a task I will never regret.
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that's deep.
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