As I lie here, looking out of the window, the whole world turned toward me and whispered..you are this. It is was OK.

Let me hurl you into excile and bring you the deepest love. Open your window so I can through my chest bones out of it. I will do the work for you.

How do you know that what you wish to ask is even something you want an answer for. Or is even a question?

Scar tissue will delight in using your body and mind, creating its defenses and making you it's mouthpiece to a war weapon of epic proportions.

I have found a safe place. It was even that difficult.

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Temporary or chronic, no pain needs justification.

A study of contradiction and fire.

Coming from an utter indexical point of self revelation, the penny finally drops. I have been a civil war for too long. The reason I could not end the war, was because I thought the war was in my head. It wasn't. I'm not.