Abrading his eyelids with callous frustration, was enough to draw him away from a particularly potent painting of suicidal ideation
Pain has that effect, but it shares the burden of cause, as well; whether physically or emotionally, it buries its claws quick-deep in both
Two sides of an allusive illusion eluding elucidation
They say, if you imagine being happy, with enough practice, you’ll eventually be happy; he finds happiness burdensome in the same way
So closely tied to pain, that often they become indistinguishable
They say, writing through it can excise the cancer, implanting it instead into the palimpsestic donor at hand; he finds that this is often fraught with potential infection
It may at times offer relief, however it’s a placebic solution dependent upon uncontrollable factors of outside acceptance; so it usually backfires
He doesn’t know if they say anything about ideation, though he supposes it to be frowned upon, as a form of subsistence; perhaps they’d say it’s playing with fire
He’d say that response bethink him of self-immolation; then he finds that they may have a point
…a sharp one
art: i can feel your pain by Ruth Batke
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