scarred
It funny i burnt my arm on a bagel pan last night. At first i was annoied they it stung a little and today looking at i relized something... that it matches the other scars i own. looking past the pale skin to the red scars that i have so many of. For as scarred as i am, i have found myself. Not to much though for i would grow board easily if i knew myself that well. But enough to realize that i am the only one who can save myself, and that takes time. For alone i was born and alone i will die and inbetween i will meet many people. And mybe that is the meaning of life, mybe in the end you understand yourself so much that you become board to death. So here i sit watching the sun peak through the trees letting myself become enlightened, breathing in the quietness. So peaceful, maybe only for a second but thats all i need.