Who

Always questionning, always chasing away. Hounding memories and truths like a stalked animal stalking its own shadow in its desesperate escape.
The exaltation is starry crazed, the effort passionate. She has insisted until the grand fire. The sensations now are irritated, inflamed red blotches appear on her dreams.
She had touched, and the elevation was the fair award of this merciless questionning.

Siloë came undone endlessly of herself only for this second of eternity where she was new and transformed.
In the bottom of soul and heart live the majestic flexibilities of existence. Behind this stake we get more shrewdness. But just for a time, as we must leave soon.
More higher you will have to search, more deeper into yourself you'll have to dig. And shatter yourself, turn your own skin - tanned by the sand of the original ocean - and remove everything. The pain is unbearable, but always behind a strenght more vivid and smoothed.