Industrialized and privatized

It's a frightening thing, watching yourself from the outside. I see what I know everyone else sees. I see a smiling redhead with a decent body and an interesting twinkle in her eye. She could belong to someone, nobody would think it strange. I see someone who could wake up every morning with an arm around her waist, and someone would hold her hand whilst walking and the universe would still approve.

Still I feel like every part of my body is filled with black snakes, soil and fluid anxiousness. I can see it, taking up the space between skin and bone, preventing me from having something precious.

I'm sick of being my own worst enemy.

>FRIENDS ONLY<