105TH REINCARNATION, THE FIRST BOOK OF LIFE - THE SERPENT

Something about Lena makes me remember twisted, shredded truths like slivers of starlight shooting across a midnight sky. There one moment then gone the next.
I brush my thumb across her chin and my hand finds sudden nostalgia. If all this did not seem like a smoke screen I would have allowed myself to be swept up by the sunlight in her eyes... This is why I know I cannot start over as a human. I remember the sunlight in her eyes even with her eyes shut.