it eats away at you piece by piece devouring you slowly yet all at once its like a parasite no - more like a tick it ***** the life out of you but you don't feel a thing not until its finished at least because when its finished but not until its finished do you feel something its very slight this feeling so slight you almost miss it first its a pinch. then an itch. then a squeeze and before you know itΒ Β you're stuck stuck in place as every fiber go your being has become paralyzed then you can't breathe and it feels as though cotton has been stuffed in your throat you try to move you try to scream out you try to breathe but no one notices. especially not them and honestly you don't even notice it yourself because you're so blind and so ******* desperate that the cotton suffocating you ever so slowly feels more like milk and honey the slight constant stinging pains feel like tickles to a child you feel as bright and adventurous like a toddler you feel as though you can take over the world even though its killing you from the inside out why is this happening? what is happening? its simple really its a small thing almost microscopic but it. impairs you like a car crash or a failed surgery its a stupid little thing we give many names as it kills you from the inside out
love is just one big kickass metaphor that drives most of my creativity. yay