the scars shone brightly
yesterday, sitting on a balconey and enjoying my cigarette.. i noticed something i often overlook: my scars. from cutting. they reach from as high as my shoulder to about halfway down past my elbow. usually, i don't see them because they blend in pretty well with my skin.. but when the light hits them just right, they become pretty obvious.
in some ways, i find my scars comforting. they're a part of me. they are concrete evidence of the past, what i was, what i went through. i don't have to desert or abandon myself. i'm always there.
and.. i'm not goin' anywhere.
LJ