"Diminish myself to the point of nothing. A bottomless pit swallowing all light and sound, even being in a vacuum is too loud compared to my mind. Compressing every emotion until it's needle thin, razoring tongue in lashes until the blood drips into my lungs. Swallowing myself until I clot and fold and crease; a paper crane left on the edge of a empty bed. A prayer left unanswered." -Quill