I am. I am a cold, crisp autumn field. I am a plush scarf in the breeze, I am omnipresent, and yet never near. I am a crackling fire in a winter freeze. I am crumbling, cold, and free. I am encumbered by the slush and snow. I am waiting toe-to-toe. You have seen me, slouched, burdened, fatigued by the stress of the day, waiting in the back of the bus bay. I am all, and I am more.
Self destruction is soul obstruction thinking a perfect building needs construction turning negative thoughts into a institution self loathing in every discussion the funniest thing is, there is no solution
I love Pain and the way it makes people feel, I love how tender and mild it is at first, I love how annoying it is sometimes, I love how excruciating and unbearable it is other times, I love how indescribable and profound it is, leaving us clueless, I love how irritating and troublesome it can be, I love how it brings us discomfort and agony, I love how tormenting punishing it makes us most of the time, I love how tiring it is yet also satisfying, I love how piercing it is that it spreads into us physically and mentally, I love how it's scary intermittent it can become, I love how miserable and dreadful it makes one person, after the very long sickening and exhausting feeling it will always leave us empty.