The cataclysmic composition of
crisis and conniption. A juxtaposition of melancholy and the unburdened
soul. I will say one thing and mean another, all the while maintaining
my guise of anonymity. Look deep into my eyes and I will reveal to you
the c l a s h i n g waves of an indignant ocean. Reach for my heart and you will find only ice. A simple touch will leave you f r o z e n, crying at my feet.
And yet.
I am content.
No amount of harsh words thrown at me like knives will ever pierce my
diamond skin, because I know that I am who I need to be. I am an inferno
of anxiety and I will not be tamed. No sailor has ever managed to sail
the seas of my soul and s u r v i v e. Do not
attempt to break me, I will only destroy you. I have a power, yet
undiscovered, that lingers beneath my skin. It pulses, powerful, begging
to be released. But I am h a p p y without it.
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