i want to lay in a field of flowers, and burn and scream.
i want to feel the calm joy the flowers bring, the soothing perfume and the sound of the buzzing bees.
i want to feel the stinging burn of my voice going weak. i want to hear my voice leave.
i want to feel the white hot fire poke red pins and needles through my body, the extreme pain and agony.
maybe i just don't want to feel.
