So, while traversing the recesses of the tattered landscape I can un-safely call my mind, I found out there is an untapped well of immense pain that somehow was just waiting for me. A well that even at my best, and by my best I mean at me most put together, my strongest, was unerring in Its overwhelming gravity. I did the honest thing, to be fair, and I drank fully from this well. Knowing all the pain it would bring, the uncertainty, the cacophony of absolute silent muted screams from the very depths of what could only be construed as the withered remains of the soul I only assumed I lost years ago. In short, it hurt. In surprising fashion though, it didn't feel the the endless drowning in the limitless sea of sorrow that usually comes with the revelation of unturned stones of years past with the palindrome of errant skeletons wielding their dull rusted blade eager to burrow into you...no this was the cold embrace of a long lost friend bearing their poison fully, arms outstretched in thorny aperture awaiting your return...
What do you do? You do the human thing, you embrace them, accept them, knowing where it will lead as it always does...bleeding out all that you are, all that you have been. Even as you struggle it only makes the suffering worse until...
Is there anyone out there?