My Shoes For Silhouettes

If I could choose one point on the wall... it would be to stare through it and become free once and for all. Life is quickly becoming complicated in various avenues, but the distance that has been covered is staggering... there may be a destination to this cruel and bitter footrace. Something inside has stirred, something unlike before... this part has no worms, ash, or debris. It is pure and innocent... something that was long forgotten and undeserved. The gears that meshed and the eyes that bleed, now serve a purpose in this grand design of flesh and torment... though the journey has been treacherous and filed with the constant urging of suicide, I feel some hope returning. Unexpected and welcome, this has made every shredded ribbon and screaming, dry thrust worth the pain and sorrow. Trading nightmares for pillow kisses and fresh linens beneath my quivering skin. It shall be a moment to last a lifetime... the moments together, finally.