THE ONLY WAY I KNOW I'M ALIVE IS CAUSE IT HURTS
THE ONLY WAY I KNOW I'M ALIVE IS CAUSE IT HURTS All I see is darkness, the kind you have at the pit of the ocean. All I smell is salt, the saltiness that reminds me of the sea. All I hear is darkness, maybe an occasional wave, but all dead silence. All I taste is water, not the kind you drink, but the kind you surf in. All I feel around me is darkness, something touching my skin but simultaneously, not. And all my sixth sense can tell me is that, the only way you know you're alive is cause it hurts. There is this emptiness surrounded by broken promises, where my heart used ...