wound
previously published on livejournal, september 2006
the pain is always there.
it's like i've been shot, and forced to live and witness the gruesome wound on my body for eternity.
so now i'm walking around with my blood dripping on the floor.
it's annoying when my brain can only be creative if i'm at my worst.
my mind, without mercy, playing a cruel joke on me.
"the human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. what's left of kisses? wounds, however, leave scars"
-- bertolt brecht