journey on Mr Sandman - fire and stone make for good companions
Pain.
The word ignites a flurry of memories and past emotions. You cringe slightly, remembering how many times you had to grit your teeth while tending to a wound. Or perhaps you're one of those who are more likely to remember the times spent isolated in your room while you poured out your soul to a bar of chocolate and a box of tissues.
Whatever the case, you remember. And you dread. Dread the day you will have to go through the same thing, all over again. Because we cannot escape pain. It will seek us out, all our lives. And we all know, that no matter how careful we are with heart and flesh, pain will find us, in one form or another.
And the only thing we can do to fight it, is to lick the wounds clean and hope against all hope that we might find some solace before the next encounter.
x to the o;
Scaramouche
The word ignites a flurry of memories and past emotions. You cringe slightly, remembering how many times you had to grit your teeth while tending to a wound. Or perhaps you're one of those who are more likely to remember the times spent isolated in your room while you poured out your soul to a bar of chocolate and a box of tissues.
Whatever the case, you remember. And you dread. Dread the day you will have to go through the same thing, all over again. Because we cannot escape pain. It will seek us out, all our lives. And we all know, that no matter how careful we are with heart and flesh, pain will find us, in one form or another.
And the only thing we can do to fight it, is to lick the wounds clean and hope against all hope that we might find some solace before the next encounter.
x to the o;
Scaramouche