Violent moments demand violent responses, I might reason.
I crave violence now, crave you, crave the sting on my bare skin, loss of control, submission.
Take me over, take me away. Would I climb a mountain to find you? oh satisfaction, gritty wanting scaling upwards, in spite of it all, just to see the view from the top. Take me higher still.
I am exhausted. Let me float, disappear, redefine myself, you, become strong again in the vulnerability of a moment.
And yet… is this it? Do we cancel pain with more pain, with sublimation? Or is there more beyond this, more in who we are, infinity in who we all could be?