One day I traced my veins with a purple marker.
I thought maybe if I could see them better I could feel the blood rushing through them, I could feel more alive.
One day I traced my veins with a gold marker.
Maybe if I can mask then with extravagance then I would feel like they were worth preserving.
One day I traced my veins with a black maker.
I assumed that if I blocked out the feeling of living it couldn't hurt me anymore.
Sage
One day I traced my veins with a black maker.
ReplyDeleteyep I relate yet again.
The simple posts that make you think a lot are the best. just like this one
ReplyDeleteI love your simple posts.
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