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there are many names for what courses through one's veins. blood, power, electricity, fuel, light...
to me, right now, i identify what runs through my own veins as Noise. a continuous stream of thoughts and energy that, in many ways, feels like the static you'd see on an untuned television. incomprehensible and ever changing - but sometimes you can stare through and see the pictures that hide within it.
i wonder how long the Noise will persist before it gets cut off, as it inevitably does with time.
what runs through your veins?
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An everflowing source of drive and will, ebbing and flowing as nourishment does, needing constant replenishing and tending of its volatile essence.
Its such that you can see how rich it is just by looking in my eyes. I can often look tired, strained, frustrated, but when i am allowed to tend the power in my veins correctly i am vital, confident, unstoppable.
I dont get sick, no cold or flu, and those in physical proximity dont seem to either after a while, as if benefiting from my vitality directly.