I am mostly untouched. Save a few dings here and there--stories my mom likes to tell--I am a globe of frosted glass. Asthma kept me out of trouble most of my youth and work has kept me unscathed as an adult. I live a sheltered life and wear my seat belt every day.
But on the inside, under the layers of clothes and under the snow-white skin are plenty of scars you can’t see. Sand bags of scar tissue line boundaries across my heart, a treacherous path for the most advanced traveler. The formations in the rock are carved by waterways: sleepless nights and empty tissue boxes. I have a road map for the last 27 years. At least we know how beautiful it can be in just another 2 million.
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[this is good.]
OMG Abs, this is stunning. LOVE!
This really is gorgeous.
What everyone else has said. This is beautiful!
This is why you should write more.
You paint a ridiculously lovely picture of pain. Just keep in mind how breathtaking those rock formations are and how beautiful they make even the most desolate landscapes.
Writing is for babies.
(Thanks, everyone!)
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