Fall.
Burn.
Crash.
Rip.
Merge.
My body... does it still exist?
That I do not know... I feel as though I am just a tapestry... Torn into individual strands... Strands ripped out and tied to the strands of others...
Soft cotton...
Coarse linen...
Sharp glass...
Sturdy, cold barbed wire...
These barbs and blades...
Sharp like scalpels...
I have wept and cried out in agony...
Yet nothing has freed me from this eternal despair...
I can only weave this pain into the fibers of my being...
Echoes of desperation...
Incessant thoughts...
Deep love...
Whether it's love, regret, anger, fear, or hatred...
The myriad of beings...
All are woven into my fibers.
Someone... Anyone... Deliver me from it all...
Anyone... Please...
Please hurry...
—Kill me.