I want to fight, feel a solid blow to my face. I want to feel one to drive their fist into my stomach. Lay into me with all their rage and furry. Experience the exhaustion from pushing oneself to the limits of endurance. For years now I have resolved situations with words. For years now I have held myself relatively in check. For years I pushed down that want to inflict pain for the reasons of self preservation. For years I have been unfulfilled. Every day in the wild animals fight for their survival, they define their character and make the best of who they are. We forget sometimes and hide behind our logic, but down in our deepest core we are still animals. We are the forgotten children of nature bound to roam the earth making a vain attempt at normalcy and we are always let down. After a short life lead without much meaning I am left with the want to fight, to bleed and to strive for something real.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of worlds
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I'm not suggesting you try this at home. But, if a person does something that they regret deeply, they will have an enlightening moment in which they are extremely thankful for the luxuries that their modern life includes and stop (at least for a little while) taking them for granted. Life is a balance of pleasure and taking responsibility to continue the pleasure.
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