Every breath locked away in my lungs.
Smoke is the language I speak.
It drifts away on the evening air.
The words that I cannot say are the words I won't regret.
And the words I can say are the worst possible thing.
I kept it locked away in my lungs.
Never to taint the air or your ears with the truth.
I encode a secret in every aspect of my being.
There's nothing about my demeanor that gives away my nature -
Except, well, for everything about it.
Someday I'll open that door and allow you in.
Granting you access to the words everlasting
deep in that place untainted.
It's a whole, complete, foreign, unexplored
world.
So come in, get comfortable, and explore it.
This may not be enough, but it's the only shot we get.
One voice, one heart, one life.
The things that build us up and make us
- me -
a complete person.
Destroy it if you can.
I don't expect you to like what you see.
Or even to understand.
But I've coiled it away inside.
To what purpose, I don't know.
But the time has come for the smoke to pick it up.
And carry it out on the evening air.
And to you.
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