My View

I linger in the doorway when you're not looking, when you're too preoccupied by the waves of anguish that come over you. Your heartache becomes mine, and it consumes me. I only wish that I could cleanse you of it so that it can only be mine. I draw near, wanting so much to comfort you in your downfall. When you don't notice me, I make you notice. I push my face into yours, silently telling you that it's alright. When you look up with your glistening face, I sink. You acknowledge my existence and reach for me, holding me tightly. In that moment, I feel your muscles relax and your whimpering end. In that moment, I know that I have done what I was always meant to do.

Ten years I have walked the earth. And in my travels I have experienced all sides of human capacity, emotion, and tendencies that I have become somewhat of an expert on the subjects. The unfortunate part is that I wish so much that I wasn't. The human mind is such a fragile and complex system susceptible to hurtful things. I have seen immense pain and suffering by people I love the most. I would trade anything to gain the ability to lift this pain and suffering from their shoulders, to purge them of all the dilemmas in their lives. It would be so much easier for them if this were possible. I would be nothing more than a parasite feeding off their negative energy. I wouldn't mind a life like that.

Don't hurt too hard, don't hurt too long. It hurts me too. I am the dog.