"Tell me about yourself."
I love far too deeply, letting every quake in existence wreak havoc on my body. Every twinge of pain signals a fracture, every breath is a scream, every gentle touch is a gaping chasm.
I never got the hang of moderation.
Life goes on and on, along with all of those cheap anecdotes that we feed others when they’re down, but can’t manage to choke down when we’re the ones steeped in shit. How dare you try to lessen my pain? Damn it, it feels good to be miserable sometimes.
They say not all who wander are lost, sure. But all who are lost wander, and continue to wander, and wonder, and sometimes are never found.
But so it goes, we’re just bones, a ready meal for the earth to take back when we’ve finally had enough. When existence eats us up and we’ve ground to a halt because sleep doesn’t help us rest anymore.