Compartmentalization Is Mode
I can always feel the tiny capillaries bursting in my eyes, mainly my right eye, from strain, from staring at something too long, namely a computer screen. It is a slight burn, starting as a tiny flicker of sharp pain, like when you touch finger to eye a little too much.
What did they used to say about the dent on your upper lip..? Wasn't it where God or an angel or your mother put her thumb print or something or other?
I always thought scars were supposed to be white and livid, not the demure pink that laces my forearm (both forearms, perhaps; only time will tell on the one). I guess it depends on the wound. I have white scars other places, and some that have no color but that of skin, their only distinguishing factor an indention; and other scars are not to be seen at all. They are not a sign of healing of my physical self at all, but perhaps those other wounds haven't quite scarred yet, as they have not fully healed...
I like days like today, when all the world seems right and seven hours of sound sleep is just enough that I have not been tired once today.
Maybe I am a coward, maybe I am dispiccable for some of the things I've thought or said or done, but what scares me most is the fact that isolation can be just as wrong as lying, or killing, or even fear...
What did they used to say about the dent on your upper lip..? Wasn't it where God or an angel or your mother put her thumb print or something or other?
I always thought scars were supposed to be white and livid, not the demure pink that laces my forearm (both forearms, perhaps; only time will tell on the one). I guess it depends on the wound. I have white scars other places, and some that have no color but that of skin, their only distinguishing factor an indention; and other scars are not to be seen at all. They are not a sign of healing of my physical self at all, but perhaps those other wounds haven't quite scarred yet, as they have not fully healed...
I like days like today, when all the world seems right and seven hours of sound sleep is just enough that I have not been tired once today.
Maybe I am a coward, maybe I am dispiccable for some of the things I've thought or said or done, but what scares me most is the fact that isolation can be just as wrong as lying, or killing, or even fear...