["To feel our motion forward is impossible. Motion implies terminus; and how can terminus be felt before we have arrived?" - William James, Essays in radical empiricism.] The caustic stain of guilt on once sterile hands. I have gone numb in my conspiracy of one. I am easily pleased, just a little time before I decline. I need... a purpose for these arms, a care to breed new life, a purpose for these hands, a reason I need... a reason to fall and a reason to dive. It's the wait I fear the most. Set free mortal coil, come purest of pain. A serious reality, elusive and free. I breathe forgiveness in. The other moment I found me in a chamber filled with irony. Screaming, falling into grace for a moment only.