I have the answers to your questions, but you must be willing to give what you love most over to me. I am what life needs to start, I am not something that can be asked for, but if you must know, I can't be touched nor felt. Something mother nature gave to me before I hit the road was a fever, then I died within hours.
What you know, and what you think you know are nothing more than a weightless pity to this world. My children of this earth have only proved me right, and to say the least I'm not surprised. I feel so many things that my legs have decided to go on a trip to France, they still have yet to return, but I got a letter in the mail saying they've been shipped away to Germany, two years in advance, so I was left devastated to scramble around with the lingering stench of blood from the waist down.
The blood started to leak into my heart as I took a rag and attempted to wipe away my tears of joy, "joy?" you might ask, well, yes, I felt nothing but excitement when they didn't come back to me, I thought I would never be happier. Now, I wait for the same exact thing to happen to you, disappear.
- What am I?
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