what

what is happening?

no really goddammit, what is happening?

the nerves and tissues surrounding them are exposed and every passing breeze slices agony into this collection of endings some might refer to as a soul.

where before there was nothing now there is something. and the sudden filling of an absence one was unaware of is not an easy thing to deal with.

what is this? no now we're speaking immediately? what is this? this horrifying format. a journal entry? geez.