Monday March 2nd 2015 2:15pm

Escaping my reality is becoming more difficult. I feel their disapproving eyes. Probing me with questions I can't answer. When will this stop? My heart says never. I breathe in sorrow as if it's the only substance that can sustain...me. My heart longs for suffering, so my body may feel at home. These stale tears are a reminder, your pain is still here. I am validated. My long suffering is no longer in cain. I wish to share in others'. Like an addict, I am addicted. They are my brethren. We are home. Who else could feel what we feel? We are isolated and yet enlightened. Who is this we? Where are they from? They are my friends. They are from my heart. I protect them like no other. I keep them here. I offer protection, repaid in fear. They enable my vices. They understand. This cycle is unbroken. Tarnished by demands.