in an ocean of misunderstandings, one finds it hard to find the surface. can't... breath. it hurts, but things can hurt worse. self- inflicted markings i've "never seen before," the darkness one finds themselves withheld and smothered in, trying to find the air, losing themselves in the process... but on a chance encounter on a forbidden walk, one stumbles upon another soul they have so much in common with. a light flickering in a constant attempt to stay in the light. both of us struggling, to stay in the light while losing themselves in the darkness. i don't expect you to understand, just as long as you're mind is not clouded with what is on the surface. with what you see. the world is quiet here...