I love and hate. I hate the fear that threatens to choke my soul. My soul in this body that can be broken. Broken into finite pieces of nothing. A nothing that was once me, but now only consumes me. little old me, just a girl in your mind. A mind full of beautiful terrible things. Things no one wished to see, yet I do. I do see that pain. The pain you hide oh so well. So well that you yourself have nearly forgotten it. But I haven’t.
