Something, an extreme dark force, a trauma, a swirl, a dull pain reeling through the core of the body.
Terror and pain as a sharp prick
things taken without reason
and yet, this mixes, at times, merges
silken surfaces push against it, with a joy which is possible only when one has this horror, like a weight which.one must both escape and carry.
learning to accept desire and all of its intricacies is an arduous process.
Desire has become so mutated to a base level; being represented as though it is something which can be satisfied, food, sex.
Sex and food being two things, the pleasure of which can be much more intense than just the consumption of the object.
there is a more complex, perhaps primordial desire.
standing inside of it, experiencing desire and want as a force which penetrates the entire body, it begins it’s slow mutation, staying in this desire itself, letting it well up like a wavelike force inside of you, this is the void and the terror
the other side of intensity is terror