[Wednesday]
Show us your scars. Or, if they aren't a physical mark or not a mark of interest, show us the thing that caused them.
Some scars run much deeper than the physical. My heart's covered in scars. My soul is wounded. My mind is chaotic to the point that the only thing that numbs everything out is a nice glass of whiskey. I don't much enjoy talking about it all to strangers so we'll just get to the quick of it. The source of the mess that I am is my father. I'll not be sharing a photo of him. The sight of him, even after his passing still forces me into a regression I'd rather avoid.
It's sad that as children we cannot pick and choose our family. We must make do with what we're given. We survive through what we're given. And what we are when we come out on the other end of childhood into adulthood is a direct reflection of those forced surroundings. We all progress from being dealt a less than favorable upbringing differently. As for myself, I'm still not certain of where I'm going. Hopefully it's very far from where I've been.
Some scars run much deeper than the physical. My heart's covered in scars. My soul is wounded. My mind is chaotic to the point that the only thing that numbs everything out is a nice glass of whiskey. I don't much enjoy talking about it all to strangers so we'll just get to the quick of it. The source of the mess that I am is my father. I'll not be sharing a photo of him. The sight of him, even after his passing still forces me into a regression I'd rather avoid.
It's sad that as children we cannot pick and choose our family. We must make do with what we're given. We survive through what we're given. And what we are when we come out on the other end of childhood into adulthood is a direct reflection of those forced surroundings. We all progress from being dealt a less than favorable upbringing differently. As for myself, I'm still not certain of where I'm going. Hopefully it's very far from where I've been.