If someone were to cut you in half, what would they discover?
A skeletal shell covered in floral arrangements, a cursed being with charcoal, burned flesh or a see-through, hollow glass heart?
Each one having its own unique design, whether positive or negative it will effect the outside body.
First, from the inside like a parasite, then it will spread, crawl like a centipede letting its legs walk all over the person's flesh.
Infect, Recycle, and repeat with each person, it's all the same but in a different font.
Sometimes, people think they can hide what's truly inside but little do they know their secrets are similar in cases. Put on the same airplane and touched by other suitcases, harboring similar contents and going the same direction.
Seeds plant in the same garden yet growing different flowers, what's inside is also out, which includes the way you think about and see yourself. Positive or negative and believe it or not the same goes for the person next to you.
Whether they try to poison the mouth of the person that feeds them, that same poison lies within. Breathing into the lungs and spreading, just like the blood transported from the circulatory system. From the spine to the beating heart, you will feel it, slow than quickly, from the inside then out.
In some cases, that same internal turmoil is inherited, causing greater distress than the previous holder. Digging holes in the bones and planting seeds that shoot up from the flesh.
Growing from the inside, and pushing outwards toward the light. Climbing for any bit of freedom from the secluded shell of a body, even if it means ripping itself apart.
A painful experience really but it just what happens when it comes to keeping all of that inside. If you don't deal with the problem head on it can even infect the brain. Making you see things and have you paranoid of what's really going on outside in the world. Spiraling on tangents that you can't quite comprehend and your whole universe begins to warp. Becoming so overwhelming that you simply want to bury yourself away, hiding from any incoming problem, internal or external.
It becomes a swarming hive that stings every part of your body, leaving traces of residue to remind yourself of its hold on you. Its grip that will take control if it feels you try to forget, or move on from the pain that still clearly harms you.
Even, if you try to separate your physical body from the earthly pain, there's a chance it can attach to your soul. Bringing on an eternal sadness that can't be release with simple words, it's something deep that goes beyond even flesh and yet still you are the only mortal to comprehend.
Because you are the only one who faces your own problems day to day and night to dawn, you are with yourself more than twenty four-seven can comprehend. Putting up with the stories of others as they bud into your own.
Meshing together two different tales into one, your own life connecting to form with another's as a simple conversation can bring the connection into place. But also break it at the same time, because we don't truly know the end to other people's stories until it literally happens.
Their storybook closing dramatically or even ripping sheets off, leaving an untouched book left in scraps. Which you can pick up but it still doesn't fix how the book is now, you can glue them back together, tape, or buy a new one but that original book is still broken. Never, going to be as it previously was, never fully dry as it was before you drenched it in that water bottle.
As you smiled taking it apart as if it were the most satisfying moment in your life, and when it was over you couldn't help but feel regret. After all, happiness doesn't last forever and neither does control, eventually you lose your grip.
Slip, Trip, break your neck and snap it back and do the process all over again when you see a new one, when you meet a new story. Each interaction, digging into what's in your core, defining what's inside and what comes out through your skin.
This built up can be the foundation in what protects you from these parasites or what drives them closer to you, either way pain is inevitable in everyone's life. The one shared experience that is both physical or mental, that we all go through, the one obstacle that can't be avoided like death.
Which many have tried to avoid, but death waits for us through any trial, any celebration, or calm moment. It doesn't even need to beg because at times we are the ones on our knees begging to be taken, to be rid of the pain that plagues our flesh bodies. The parasite that drives us mad that only we can see and no one else, that only we deal with.
Not even the simple glory of human creativity can put pain at ease because it always comes back in different forms. Whether, through flesh or the media that slowly rots your mind from the inside out, you're not even safe with the ones closest to you and you can try to hide yourself away but like it always shows you. It will find the hiding place of where you choose to lie and make you suffer in the way that we were always intended to, pain is not an ally neither is it an enemy. But a vessel for the lesson that we are all meant to learn in this infected and diseased world.
Thriving in what we know the most and suffering in our weakest states, for if we don't adapt to the challenges that come our way. We will simply be the last of our kind and not even the strongest will survive, it will plague every being until there is no one left but the purest earth and with that there is slience.