My left arm grabbed my attention today. I have a wheatish complexion.
On this skin tone of mine my left hand bears 4 light brown lines. These dots
connected together loosely form a diagram that remind me of those days when I
loved to hurt myself, trying forget the pain the heart was enduring. For a
moment the heinous action took me away from the present situation. But mind
would be back to the thing that was clogging up my head. It was pointless.
My brain is weird. It thinks in all possible directions. Mostly
negative. That is what maybe makes me weak, makes me hold back, makes me doubt
things, makes me confused over decisions. So to make my head not to think in a
particular direction I made these carvings on my skin. To remind me of the
shit. Sometimes it was to forget things. Sometimes to overcome some pain.
Over the time my endurance of many things has increased. But the scar
still remains, as a reminder of the past.
“Out of
suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are
seared with scars.” - Khalil Girban
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