There's a great pressure here. Pushing and pressing.
I just need to know what to do with it all. and for now, it's coming from within, out to the world.

I will find you. Somehow. Know you still. Fear. Read. Pain.

and then i'll ask myself. why? in deliberate, slow italics.

I don't know why I still seek all this, or why I still linger here.
Maybe it's a price, a scar, a memento mori.

A tool.

A tool for love.



~ Hurt. (Source)