i believe in the authenticity of emotion.
you feel it
let it burn away your rotted parts
let it flood your cracks
it will harden and fuse your bits and shards together
rebuilding the shattered self of the event.
the honesty of hurt.
the raw raw raw pain
loneliness shoving its long nails through my entrails, jutting and pulling and squeezing and twisting. grasping and strangling my being.
it is real. it is purely what it is. feeling cannot lie. it just is.