I’m ripped to pieces from the inside out. The ferocity and wildness of my release scares the shit out of me, and I hold on to the only safe person in sight. Who also happens to be the person who detonated this explosion in the first place. The person who can break me with one wrong move, but also the person who can pick up my pieces off the floor. The person who can build me up after being torn apart by the earthquake.
