Pierced

You said so much without full knowledge of the situation. As a matter of fact you haven't met me, yet you touched me with an invincible strength. It didn't last long. That feeling of inevitability lingering around. That anxious look begging for mercy, with humbleness and desperation. The uncontrolled twitch, the quivering spine, the vacuous eyes. The insatiable knowledge fluttering aggressively in front of your face reminding you of all that could have been. But in the midst of all your suffering I was there holding your hand, imbibing your feelings, sucking up every possible past that in the end, was not but a precise reflection of mine.

She was standing there, right next to you. Her entire back was leaning against the car. Unclear who was holding what; mysterious as it sounds, the vehicle that had transported her would have preferred her permanence next to you, even if some stringent repugnance was obvious upon the disgusting need to share. The topping was now black. How did it go through so many options, encompassing such a range of insecurity and search for self-identity? The tone will never fail to be present, not as long as the anxiety remains. Mounstrous beasts with unquenchable ferocity still linger in your thoughts, promising never to go. And you wonder whether they are alive in your mind only. A by-product of your imagination perhaps, you wish they had never been taken away from your life.

You opened a trap and, like your friends, I've chosen to let myself be captured and rebuild my life on top of the debris. You did not decide accordingly. Your bad.