I just want to feel alive...

I don't think I'm normal...
I've turned a form of self torture into a "coping" mechanism... how f*cked up is that? -.-

...

White blossoms
- a whisper of the wind
weaving through the branches…
Drunken moonlight illuminates
the dance of the fireflies
above the flowing river.
Dark and cool and soothing.
The eternity of a single moment.