The Past Becomes DNA
The memories, they seep into your skin, like a tattoo that can never go away. They become part of you when you sleep, when you are awake, wherever it is that you go. Because they are a part of you now. They attach to your soul, and grow alive as your breath. You can not get rid of them. You can not shake them. All of the things one does in a lifetime, they all get written in invisible ink where no...
I want to see this again.