random photo found online.

i am alone. i get extremely lonely sometimes. the cicatrix is forming but it's knitting too slowly. god knows i've craved for it to nullify the ugly wound it's supposed to cover, to veil. one could try to board up the past... but there it is. its invisible presence weighs more heavily on the soul than what is opaque.

despite everything, i know where i stand now is a better place than before. it's a place still ridden with ugly wounds to be sure. but right now, right now, i'll embrace the flowers and everything they signify; i've never realized how beautiful this could be, but i'm coming round to it.