I pick at scabs
and watch them bleed
and heal
and bleed again.
and watch them bleed
and heal
and bleed again.
People tell me not to
but they don’t know how it feels.
People tell me not to
but they don’t know how it feels.
After all
Little purple mountains
Seem so much more interesting
than red rivulets
or plain clear skin
even when all that lies beneath them
is just that
🙂
I think we all pick at the scabs of life…never knwoing when to just leave them alone 🙂
[purely literal meaning]
i think scabs are awesome to peel off.. So much concentration and patience is required. As one wrong mood and u bleed again. Its like removiong that license disk sticker froma windscreen, without leaving pieces sticking to glass…
[[end of literal meaning]
dewy khala
(too tempted to say that)