25
Jan
One cell, split into two.
It is instantaneous and absolute. The two cells divide further, but they started from a single being. This is how my brother and I began, swimming warm and safe in my mother’s uterus. Before we “were,” we were together, our umbilical cords wrapped around each other’s rubber soft fetal arms. Hand in hand, heart in heart, minds linked by our common biological ancestry. Like Empodecles believed the particles of the world were bound by love and separated by strife, it was his love that bound my bones together. I do not feel his presence, I only feel his absence – you don’t notice what you have, after all. Only what you lose.
While I was doing my project, I found this for the beginning of a story I wrote when I was 17. DUDE, I REALLY LIKE THIS - what happened to it?
(The project was called “Finder of Lost Things”)
