A creeping sensation crawls up my back like a cold hand seducing my spine. I feel dead, yet again, however, it is the most comforting feeling I've ever experienced. I have longed for this feeling to return to me, and it finally has: never failing to disappoint me. What a darling, so obedient and mesmerizing. I want to bathe in this feeling for eternity, it's erotic and self-pleasing features are my children, I milk them with thick desperation, clinging onto them as if they were my eye sockets falling out of my bare face. Obsession is boring when you're forcing yourself to love someone who has no place in your mind or heart. However, obsession is lustful, full of passion, and desire when it creeps up on you when all you've known is innocence. I ache and thirst over the reflection before me, my knees dive into the wooden flooring, and my mind drifts off to the fantasies I've conjured throughout my sorrowful days. I feel nothing for anyone or anything. I feel like myself again.
