04.25.03 (nine)

I have animated this corpse.

I have put into motion that which has not the will to rise.

I have taken despair and frustration and terror and used them to fuel action. Independent and driven--yet needing contact for stability and contentment.

Sulking in past mistakes, brooding over yesterday's happiness, searching for the key to tomorrow--the answer to right now. But my body won't stop shaking and my eyes can't stay focused.

Has decay set in?"