Metal looks good on you.
Sometimes I fear the depth of my need to submit. I look at this and imagine the feelings that this might inspire. Can she take this thing off? How heavy is it on her neck? Does she feel as though she has sunk into a bottomless pit without the chance of being found ever again? Or does she feel freedom and ultimate joy?I fear that I might want things that are too big for my own good.And I fear that I will never stop wanting to know.