Secrecy has been a code that I have practised throughout my life.
When I attempt to crack this code, the water bursts through in a throw of vulnerability.
The water needs to be controlled and channeled, by a series of dams. So I can be damned if I do and damned if I don't. The water is dank in its depths, and endless swirling metropolis of lost or inadequate feeling.
Control satisfies the wetness. It soothes it and guides it. It makes me feel better than I could ever have feelings alone.
Its everything. Its everything I want.
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