purge.

purge: to rid, clear or free. my mind races violently searching for the person i use to be. a person whom does not exist anymore. i had to destroy myself in order to understand. through destruction i discovered self-identification through internal healing. for my tears write stories my lips do not have the courage to tell. i bleed from my mouth and from my skin until i am hollow inside. you see, insanity is not so crazy. rather, it is what surfaces when one embraces authenticity and let's the veil of illusion disintegrate to ashes. a world free of limitations exists before you. a world in which you are nothing. a world in which you are everything. free to shape the perimeters of this life with your very hands. for we are all artists of life. painting our existence through a sea of emotions. if emotions ceased to exist so would this very life. so feel them. feel them fully. and when silence screams into your ear, listen to it. embrace the stillness. come taste my mind. come taste my tears. you have been starved, my dear. i am slowly shedding the skin i once lived within. the process of growth is so damn beautiful. let me take your hand, and i'll show you what i see..