“Will you ever tell me what you’re looking for?” she asks. Wistful. Despair mars her pretty veiled eyes, she does not truly want an answer. “Will there ever be an end to it all?” “Only when there is an end to me,” I tell her. “Do not think that I do not know what I am asking of you. I am asking you to follow me into the dark, into a space that suffocates. A place where it is impossible to dance.”
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“Will you ever tell me what you’re looking for?” she asks. Wistful. Despair mars her pretty veiled eyes, she does not truly want an answer. “Will there ever be an end to it all?” “Only when there is an end to me,” I tell her. “Do not think that I do not know what I am asking of you. I am asking you to follow me into the dark, into a space that suffocates. A place where it is impossible to dance.”