I’m not sure anything is real. As I’m writing this my hands seem to be floating away. I don’t know where they want to go, I’m too afraid to let them take me there.
Although I know one day I will have to give in.
I feel hooks in my skin. They are sunk deep into my flesh, They keep pulling. It’s a small nagging, tugging, ripping. My skin wants to leave too. It’s trying to rip off my body.
It wants to leave me a pile of bone and remaining organs. One day I will have to give in.
I need to let my hands and skin go.
Please burn what’s left.