To let go of it all.
To be free of the chains that encumber your movement.
To be rid of the shackles that tie your thoughts together, forcing them to remain tethered to your being.
What some find in numbing the senses and distracting their minds from their torturous selves.
While others find in ripping open their flesh and watching the purgation of sin.
The lack of which pushes you to find solace in others.
Which further pushes you into the giant pit of despair you wish to crawl out of.
Release.
Not to be mocked or undermined.
Not to be disregarded.
It is not, as many believe, a practice confined to the weak.
The strongest find themselves clutching at it, masking their true intentions from themselves.
Release.
A complete surrender.
Temporary, but perfect, liberation.
Release.
