I love how it hurt.
I love how I squirmed and struggled.
But pictures they fade away in the light,
darkness only follows us when we follow what’s not right.
But still it persuades me,
still it moves me,
still it captures every inch of me.
I find comfort in all the pain,
I revisit it, time and time again.
I always found pleasure in the unobtainable,
I always found life in something unrealistic, something inexplicable.
The unknown is what I longed for, and do, from time and time again,
somehow it moves me,
somehow it still persuades me.
I think about it, constantly,
how something that moves me,
something that changes how I feel,
is so unrealistic,
it’s so real.