Revelation

[emilyism]

I am masochistic.

I run until it hurts,
and then I run until there is nothing but numb
and the world falls away

I laugh until it hurts and tears roll free
I fight until I'm too injured to go farther
and then I fight harder.
I love,
deeply and wholly,
knowing and expecting nothing more than to be hurt by it.

I am also sadistic.

I make others run with me, though they don't have the will power to do it alone
I crack my friends up until they've fallen to the floor with me, gasping for air.
I fight someone else, and encourage them to toughen up as well.
And despite the odds,
I have gotten someone else to love me too.