i have a world inside of me. this that i do, this is merely trying to enter my world. slivers of scarlet light shine through my skin, inviting me to open them wider, peer in, immerse myself in the warm rivers, bask in the glory of my beautiful kingdom. here i am ruined. here i am nothing. i float in my mind, drifting through the days without direction, my skin tainted by the hate i feel here, and i no longer recognize this world as my home. but how can a world inside of you be wrong? there is only goodness in me, deep inside me, nestled at the core of my being. when i visit my soul, the smoldering beauty creeps throughout my entire body, igniting my limbs, overflowing through my little red windows, running in tiny rivulets down my skin, reminding me that the worlds should not combine. soon, very soon, i must leave here. my only regret is that i can't take you with me. only one of us can fit into even the widest door that i could possibly construct, and my soul is running out of energy to continue here. i promise that i'll say goodbye before i go, and try not to miss me too much. i am happy in my world, embraced by the pulsing red beneath my wrists as it gently rocks me away down the river.