Tuesday, August 5, 2008

the disjointed

If you hold on to an idea for too long, you will be left with nothing but calloused and bloody hands until, finally, you will have no choice but to finally let go.


I've broken these bones to feel pain for which there is a cure, not for completeness. I've closed my eyes, not out of fear, but for the quiet inherent in the dark. I've forgiven myself, not necessarily because I felt I did something wrong, but to finally know what it feels like to be forgiven.