I’d like to discuss self-harm with you guys and gals. I don’t cut, I wanted to get that straight! But i do self-harm. I burn. It reminds me that I’m still alive on this dumbass planet. I love how the flame flickers on a match or candle. I realise we have much in common with a match (/candle). That our human form flickers while we work our very short lives and then goes out.I used to think that I would make MY flame shine he brightest and that my flame would survive longer than most. There is NO afterlife, no god to greet us, I don’t think we’ll be rencarnated, once round is long enough. No religion is right! Juust eternal darkness, you can’t think or talk or feel, or smell because you WON’T exist. Signing off, Monsieur Craxy.
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I agree entirely with your analysis. There is nothing after this life, and there is no god to help us whilst we’re here. It’s not a nice thought, but it’s reality.
I think lots of people have a fascination with fire and flames. Not to the extent of burning themselves, of course, but I guess it’s just in our DNA from our caveman days.
I used to love going camping and making a fire. Obviously I’d want to be dead first, but I’d love to be burnt on a roaring bonfire somewhere.