To rest.. to be weak.. to wearily close your eyes and dream. To open them to reality and let the stars and night sky fade to brightness. To have a need.. so painstakingly great consume you and your thoughts in the brightness of day. Pain is my friend. You cannot take my friend away from me. It is the comsumption of my thoughts.. the ONE thing that holds me where i kneel.. when i kneel. I do not bring this pain to myself.. although i wish i could.. give it to me.. want it for me.. tortured flesh so greatly in need of torture.. its quite the conundrum.
