Originally Posted by
Timothy
Well...if I outright tell you ia...you would think me crazy.
Metaphorically though, it's as if my right hand has turned against me, even to flog me at will. While with my left hand...I embrace my right hand holding it still, speaking whatever that would take away from my right hand...all the mounting-up hurt feelings that allow such a "thing" it's through access, as if my right hand were not mine at all. As soon as I let go with my left hand...this "thing" through my right hand again and again comes.
So...this "thing" is twofold; through mine it comes to directedly hurt me, and having come through mine...it leaves mine racked with confusion and hurt because they don't understand that it is not them.
Even at a thousand miles apart from oneanother, I've been to either place with mine, and through these who've never even heard or seen another's voice and actions; this "thing" is the very same...in tone, in content, in action...tearing a way through them as it twofold tears away at me.
I am very tired.