06.25.2003
8:05 a.m.
I want
I want to dig a hole in the dark, damp ground and climb inside. Lay myself down at the bottom of the hole, curl up, and pull earth over me like a heavy comforter, warming my freezing bones.
I want to find a beach somewhere, lie in the water, and allow the waves to wash up over me, into me, through me.
I want to cover my vulnerable body with scar tissue, to use it as armor against the day-to-day assualts it endures.
I want my tired soul to find some comfort. Harden the heart that no longer knows what to feel. To be numb. Uncaring. Cold.
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