brain sand / blood islands

"I've come all this way. I realize that I will never be "ok" or fixed. There will always be that dark ring to sink through (and fall I will), but at least now I'm finally assembling the tools I need to save myself from myself... despite what you said. Despite what you did. Despite your pulling plugs. Colloid and calcified a red river to nurse an ancient wound" ~IB

small bond, i am

to become something needed
rather than a weapon to be feared.

agreeable

thank you Tim Singer.

burgeoning

Ira Beatte's defense of suicide

"a broken body, a broken heart, a mind that won't mend, and all this talk from would be helping hands. and they are just that, or rather an idea incomplete (like a fountain i gave what was encouraged and then nothing). your cleft palit (sic), and your spotted brow. your broken fingers and your monstrous appetite. i am an angry man and we are waiting for you to leave. like a great heaving sigh that will push just beyond that cosmic line. do not fear what you cannot know. i'll make sure they shave your body and pull your face into an appropriate shape with sticks and twine. you'll have your papers, but they are gathering faggots"

And she did die. I wish I had known her.

something new

35 - not surprised, no one's surprised