I am an overwhelming urge to flow into something. To become something bigger, something more, something exalted, something eternal. I need to flow into something. Unspoken truths burning my throat I am flowing into my own abyss. My abyss is flowing into me. All the walls have been broken. I have broken all the walls. I don't know where to land my fist.
Still, I will not battle against my abyss. I shall let it in. Like an immense wave in a raging sea my void is, again, coming out of my depths to crush me against the rocks I've raised behind. There's no turning back, there's no avoidance. The choice was made long ago. I now stand tall and face the familiar waters.
Through the ocean I shall swim, through the rocks I shall break.
Anything. I can handle.
We all will perish. I long to perish. What is worth being perished by?
I see the waves.
I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this.
I am an ocean.
I can handle.