Saturday, May 20, 2006
Archives
Was reading some old blog posts and realize how the documentation of life may work against you.
Blog posts capture a very real part of your life. All the emotions, all the pain, all the angst in the posts show how vulnerable you are and therefore, so endearing.
But at the same time, the vivid words and the date imprinted show up how fresh the wounds are. Like a freshly inked tattoo... though already a fixed and permanent scar on your skin, still has that glistening wet look, like I could smudge it if I rubbed it.
And I'm not sure if I could deal with scars or smudged tattoos.
Or what is it I am... a funky accessory to complete the look? or a bandaid for temporary relief?
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2:24 AM
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