After months in hiding and wandering off the grid, I’ve considered allowing anyone and everyone to shoot me with questions in the space provided below this tweet.
An insidious, torturous thing. Your pain. Not a sharp sting or a throbbing ache. It wraps itself around you like a python around its prey. Its gaze leaves you gasping for air. It squeezes your heart with the force of pressure. It mercilessly clouds your vision. It stains you red.
Infecting your mind. It bends and it twists; it chokes and it steals. Nibbling at your sanity regardless of how you feel. Your pain is a thief. It robs you of joy. Pricking at your soul for the sake of its greed. A burr beneath your skin, binding you in its endless, haunting sin.












