During the times where it’s all too much - When the voices turn from a low but constant hum to an uproar of screams and torments; When all my great ideas finally benefit humanity but also scare all the little children under their covers; When all the skin under that black skirt begins to make my very essence pulsate; When any of that happens, or they all happen at once, I lean the crook of my elbow pressed hard against the corner of a surface, and watch as the veins in my underarm and hand begin to stick out abnormally from the rest and I imagine all the blood flowing through those few layers of skin, how small and significant it all is. If my hands are shaking in that particular moment, and a sudden wave of heat rushes over my body in an uncomfortable sweat, I may just gently, satisfyingly, push down on the biggest vein with my finger, closing my eyes in bliss, letting everything else die away, and escape from the beauty of it all.All Rights Reserved
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