Wasting away in the beauty.

I'm sick.

Sick of things that this human body keeps me from possessing. I had so much beauty and energy run through my body that the surge made my soul quiver and my legs shake. I'm addicted to that pulse of intoxicating life, and because I bear such borders, I will never truly wield it.

A kiss is like a window to that very moment that the purest life slips through your fingers, once touched, but impalpable. Only the traces of its energy remains, making you weak in the knees.