Numbness: Rituals for Self Preservation

A photographic exploration of self-discovery becomes a torturous and consequently cathartic journey of personal salvation.

Warning: Contains explicit content
Mama once said
anger is not anger if one destroys out of love
love so intense that
reality is but a rose-toned reflection of
our obscurity.

I have seen that in you.
I have cried for you.

Sometimes
I grasp you until your flesh is no longer yours,
but a coalescence of our forms,
our puddle.

That you is me.
I will preserve you.