essence

despite what you think you know, we don't live in books and in between two sentences of a well-written manuscript. we live behind and beneath your very own skin. either there, or we don't live at all, because if we cannot breach your pores and penetrate your body, we don't deserve to exist. not all of you will be infected by us. you are not all the same. some are immune to a group of us, others are drawn to the most unexpected of us.

we are the essence of what you are. a representation of your human souls, with all their beauty, ugliness and (sometimes) pure evil. we have been slowly decaying as time rolls by. but we'll never die. as long as there's ideas floating around, we'll be safe.