i am feeling introspective. The burn and pain, like stinging nettles. Heat pressure against my skin. Soreness. Red eyes, relief of stressed, crushed determination. Sweet cherries and strawberries.-Like a concentrated melting my lips. Melting my brain into ice, hollow cubes. Head aching, splitting. Thirsty, but definitely not hungry. Ever. Distorted images, dyslexic pictures. mosaic. Sing for absolution. We were meant to live for so much more. ..NOT THIS... -Later- Life does not go on as per usual. It is numb. Fate knows not of love, yet to know what love is, we have to hate and/or have lost, and the reverse. Fate never loses. It is. What ends up, ends up, and somehow meant to be. Minus all perfectism. Some people deserve life; it ends up kicking us in the arse.