It makes me think of Eating Disorders.
Beauty from pain for sure.
Feeling like you've died, from weakness, pain, and a social life.
Even though you know you're still alive, still there.
"My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder"
The dreams could be a goal, or a goal weight, and perfection. But when you become starved nearly to nothing, you are far from perfect anymore, so your dream/goal just slipped through your finger.
Some Ed people, are malnourished, or emaciated, and are very cold no matter how warm they try to make themselves.
It makes me think of Eating Disorders. Beauty from pain for sure.
Feeling like you've died, from weakness, pain, and a social life. Even though you know you're still alive, still there. "My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made I try to keep warm but I just grow colder" The dreams could be a goal, or a goal weight, and perfection. But when you become starved nearly to nothing, you are far from perfect anymore, so your dream/goal just slipped through your finger. Some Ed people, are malnourished, or emaciated, and are very cold no matter how warm they try to make themselves.
this is just how i relate to it..