Heal

“Strange as it may seem, i still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.”

“Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.”
- Henry Rollins.

funny how i thought i was going to die because of that aching pain. and i actually didn’t. i knew i wouldn’t. and maybe it is the healing process that scared me the most. because the idea of slowly forget everything hurts even more.
no, the real funny thing is that i’m actually getting better. step by step. some wounds are deeper than the others. i know i won’t completely forget but i will start to deal with it in a healthy way. i’ll put it behind.

My mother told me many, many times, that it will take some time for me to feel better again. I know it is true but sometimes I feel like I’ll never fully recover. Of course I’ll move on. Of course I’ll smile again. Maybe that’s what really gets me, what bothers me as hell. I don’t feel like letting go. Maybe time will take care of this too. Maybe.

and it’s not about a boy… although, although.

if i was young, i’d flee this town
i’d burry my dreams underground
as did i, we drink to die, we drink tonight

and it rips through the silence of our camp at night
and it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide