Tsk tsk..

You feel your throat go dry. You can feel the clasp around it. You can feel the tears ebbing out. You feel your very life evaporating out from your body through... your mouth. And yet you remain seated just as if nothing had ever or ever will happen. How stony a person ARE you? But then, if you've managed to survive the biggest blow of all any heart can ever experience.. These are just thorns aren't they? Long, sharp thorns. You will live. You will see. You will feel. You will die a thousand deaths in your mind's eye. And remain alive at the end of it all. When will this stop hurting? When will the soul be rid of this experience? Why can't we choose to erase things out from our lives without inflicting the society with a malicious psychotic with a sweet day face and a creepy night one? Why can't you just pass out once and for all and finish the damn thing?! Ah, there lies the point. There's no finishing it that ways. You die, you die. You can't finish unfinished arrears that ways. You pay for all you ever did.. Die a miserable life. And then live to finish it with what the world perceives as death. And then? And then, you're liberated. Finito. The story's done child. Now go to bed.