Begin.An emphatically irritating pulse through my veins. Dull, and yet numbing. I want to tell the whole world, (and when I say whole, a select few will do perfectly fine) just understand me for a second, look at these things I've found to see, question, understand. Words like blades cutting through my perception, all the more encouraging of fatigue. [And yet] Shaking off the dust from my feet, stained red from shattered glass pathways. Counting it all joy, falling upon these various trials like shards. Cleaning your wounds with the words of another will satisfy temporarily, but I'm listening, waiting, for that still small voice. Confirmation. And if I go to wash my cuts in the secret place, and there I am cleansed, when I walk back out- your understanding of my health will not phase me. End.
(I like that photograph Not that amazing but I like it. I need to start up again, I took that ages ago).
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