This will destroy you.
This feeling.
Like a car crash inside of your chest.
This exhausting, unforgiving and unrelenting feeling.
This will destroy you.
This will suck the soul from your veins,
and you won't even try to stop it.
This free form, endless feeling.
This will take it's time.
You will never understand this.
You will be ok with that.
You won't want it to ever stop.
This will define you.
Even the strongest won't survive.
But they are the ones we will remember.
They are reminders of why we live.
This will hurt you.
This is how it feels to be on the edge.
This is what hope is made of.
This feeling.
This will complete you.
This one word with more meaning than could ever be described.
This feeling of drifting in the dissonance.
This feeling.