Alara
@paperthin
“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
Not knowing was worse than anything else.
I read Dickinson’s poem “The Soul has Bandaged moments –” and it made me think. A bandage covers a wound and helps it to heal, but it also masks the hurt. And if the broken part of you is bound too long or too tightly, doesn’t it make everything worse? At some point, don’t you have to rip off the bandage, expose the wound, and deal with the pain? So whether you’re injured or healing, it hurts . I guess numb isn’t so bad, then, because I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want to hurt anyone else, either. I hope you understand now that I cared and tried to fight the monster inside me, but it won.
