What if that was it My one chance And what if I never Get another chance Ever again

⚠ I walk around N u m b Frozen solid All the time It isn’t that There’s nothing here It’s just that Whenever A feeling starts To form I chuck it Right into That black hole That sits Right here Where it can’t hurt me Ever again

You said it would hurt YOU more than it hurt ME. I’ve been hurting for over 30 years. What about you?

⚠ “You went out there a boy and came back here a man” Only. I don’t feel like a man. I don’t feel human at all. I feel like something fundamental. Something sacred. Has died. Not in an instant. No. Slowly. Like it was strangled. Intimately. Drawn out. Savoured. All the while carving pieces out of my flesh. Until, by the end. I was more scar than man.

I walk around not whole incomplete knowing that were I to have it to give in cave in succumb that it would destroy me. So. Destruction or Incompleteness. Which one will it be this time?

No matter how small misshapen bad or impossibly angled I will fit anywhere you put me so long as it is somewhere where I can see you.