"Hello! How are you?"
I'm fine, but it's destroying me.
It's the sadness of the mask, the fear as scars fade, the pain as muscles burn, the hollow feeling of an empty stomach, the regret of blood stains, the love of sharp metal and the anxiety of blue thread keeping my skin together.
But it's also in the happiness of the sound of laughter, the courage of bare skin, the numbness of warm embraces, the full feeling of 3 am picnics, the shamelessness of wearing battle wounds, the hatred of the old world and the complete and utter wonderful feeling that I know it'll all be just fine.
