Wounds
While I stand here and trampling around, a beautiful type of pain embrace me. My world is torn in half and each day is like a new chapter in a book that doesnt have an ending. As time goes on - things change every day and no one is having the skills to do something about that.
Wounds - will never heal. My scars will always remain the way they were created.
But I´m trying so hard to breathe deeply and exhale a sigh of relief and to have the strength to find the courage to say goodbye to this sadness that i have in my bag - still, in one way or another - some of you will die.