(no subject)
after so long of thinking along a certain path, it becomes nearly
impossible to stray from that path, to think any differently.
after so long of feeling a certain way, every day, every
night, while conscious and while dreaming, you become
unable to conceive of feeling any other way.
after seeing one color for so long, you
learn to forget that any other color exists.
after hurting for so long, you begin to believe that you’re
alive only so long as you hurt; bleeding is your proof of life.
i’ve bled all over the place & blood does stain, you know
sometimes, no matter how hard you scrub, those stains
remain firmly in place. maybe fainter, but still there. a piece
of you to remind you of all the pieces of you that you’ve lost.
well i have lost everything