In three days i'll be back at work. There are so many reasons why i should be happy. The main one being that after a week of solitude, i'll be reunited with my other half, my medecine, my drug, my god, the Iron. We have a gym at work, and i cannot wait to feel the coldness of the iron on my skin. I crave for the struggle of the constant lifting, i need to feel the pain surging in my body like whips across my back.
I have an animal deep inside of me and the only way to calm that beast is with Iron. I am a lonely man, and nobody understands my weird self but the Iron does. She comforts me and punishes me to make me better. I am standng on the threshold trying to control the beast until then but it is hard. However the advantage of having the beast shake the cage is that my mind is more open. Inspiration fills my mind like an overflowing pool of blood. have all these images of pain and anger begging to be unleashed on paper. The excitement that fills me is indescribable.