99percentdevil

The concept of being reminded of things from the past. the smell of the perfume I wore almost two years ago. songs that I heard that night. a distinct touch. they all trigger something in my memory and take me back to that night. in my head is this screen projector displaying one image after another. in my head, this memory is safe and beautiful. shamefully, I'm gluing tangible letters of the alphabet to that untouchable place called a memory. I'll paint the night for you with the colours of a dream- mirage grey, cold-lip blue, sleep white- we met at the fair. we met in a blur of strangers during the day. seeing your face for the first

The concept of being reminded of things from the past. the smell of the perfume I wore almost two years ago. songs that I heard that night. a distinct touch. they all trigger something in my memory and take me back to that night. in my head is this screen projector displaying one image after another. in my head, this memory is safe and beautiful. shamefully, I'm gluing tangible letters of the alphabet to that untouchable place called a memory. I'll paint the night for you with the colours of a dream- mirage grey, cold-lip blue, sleep white- we met at the fair. we met in a blur of strangers during the day. seeing your face for the first

To bleed is to live. That's what I thought. Now it's different. Not always sad. Happy sometimes. In love is best. No more blood. No more cuts. No more pain. He is life. He makes me feel. I am real. I am alive. Still not normal. But somewhat closer. Where do I go? Only two ways from here. Up or down. If up, I'll rise above. If down, I will not sink. Never again into the depths. I will prevail over myself. I will not hurt. And I will survive.