Tuesday, February 19, 2008
shipwrecked
My wisdom tooth is growing out, but in the wrong angle, and it's remarkably painful. Like, there's this searing pain at the secret swollen corner of my mouth, coupled with a huge-ass ulcer and it makes me want to dig the entire thing out with a scalpel or something that will result in less pain and lots of deep red viscous blood for my effort. Visible and instant gratification, don't you know? Some things, you just know. And when you know you have lost something for all time, which is intricately and inextricably tied to your own notion of self-worth, you start to question in a manner that does not want nor care for the truth, masking a selfish and childish request to return to the golden times, for it to breathe life again, as it once did, and so beautifully. But as you have told me, it cannot be this way, nor that way. And I listen, I heed, I abide, out of much love, and as such, in time, I promise that it, or the grand sum of ways, will no longer be mine.
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