Anatomy by The Fever

Whatever happens on the path between thought and feeling stays on the path between thought and feeling.

Some experiences exist only in that tension. For most people, they don't need to be resolved, explained, or carried into the outside world. They are private, internal, almost sacred.

So why do I feel the urge to rip mine out and make everyone stare, witness it?

Dissociation. Obsession. God. Drugs. Skin.
Somewhere between crying on the DART and screaming into a pillow.
Always on purpose.
From the bunker, with love.

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