a cutters thoughts

[anjay]

it`s amazing the feeling you get .. when everything stops around you, everything blurs and all you can see is your index finger and thumb holding onto your world. that familiar sweet friction serenades the porcelain that is your skin .. tiny glass beads delicately form around the blade, a soft crimson dream patiently drools down your arm. and you feel whole again .. like nothing ever happened before you even picked up the blade. like nothing has ever done you wrong, like .. you were no better before you even started. and you think of next time .. what would trigger it, and maybe, just maybe; you could finally have the courage to press down just a little harder. this is for all the fuckers who don`t understand.

the purity of your own goddamn blood .. love.