In the mind, pain is birthed.
Intense tension builds up over time till the body cries out.
A release is an option till it becomes an addiction, allowing you to entirely ignore the compression for a moment.
Not taught to make sense of it.
Solutions are parables without the prophets.
Hoping for miracles outside the logic.
It hurts, and I don't know why.
Starting to like it, and I don't know why.
Maybe it makes me feel alive.
I am not a sadist, I swear, but when you can't see the bag that suffocates you, it is nice to be reminded that you are still alive.
Sickness, sticks, and stones only destroy the body but what creates the virus.
Remain an addict, vaccinate the body but still can't cure the virus.
It hurts, but I don't know what.
It really hurts, but I don't know why.
Yes, I know Christ but still don't know why.