On the edge of Reason
I had a dream about a burn scar on my arm. It stuck with me all day. It's a scar I forgot all about in real life, but meant the difference between life and death in the dream. It was impossible to hide it and I did not try to. In fact, when I realized it was a part of who I am, I insisted on showing my captors the mark that they had searched for. In the end, they did not martyr me as they were supposed to. Instead, I existed in some half-life, given no reprieve and allowed no punishment of death- because they saw this scar and they pitied me.
-T
-T