I'm apparently stuck on a mono-meme on ego-death as I see it pop up (hah!) a lot lately. Maybe it ties in with the end of the year/Winter solstice death dying atmosphere?
I appreciate that you list three names/entities in your identity circle. Fear, shame, and desperation? Shame on you for that (blue mirth). Come Mardi Gras can we make a transition into fearless, shameless, and satiation? But why wait except out of a sense of tradition? Whine or wine? "Do this in remembrance of Me". I'd go with the wine.
Dare I also admit that between the titles Kiss and Slip Knot you steer me towards music? A little Slipknot on the boom box might be just the thing.
premature buriel...i did this to my heart...i gave up on love...that self of mine was under the earth...and yet , came alive and clawed its way out of the hole....through the dark pain i pushed until i got through...and then someone untied my emotions...the knot undone...i was undone...but in a good way.
i really like the ending..."untied" that could be a good way to be...sometimes we knot ourselves up so tight we are unable to feel...but if we let go and dig out of that state of emotional death...we find there is still something or someone to live for.
it's easier sometimes to kill that self altogether and bury it, then risk more pain.