I need no blade to gash my flesh.
My memories are sharp enough.
They rip my heart and burn my soul.
No scar do they leave.
They come to me with gnashing teeth.
Bringing a hell I know to well.
No I need no tool to torture me.
Pain gnaws it way through my flesh.
I embrace it now my sadistic lover.
Flay me open until my soul escapes.
Death bringing sweet release.
I love to read. I love to write. I also love to listen to music. Sometimes a song will grab your soul and not let go. This one does me. Hope you enjoy.
This is the face of The Traveler. To say it is who I am may be misleading. Defining myself in a singular would be rather difficult. “Me” changes regularly. Each experience, new friend, sunrise and sunset makes me slightly different. Fortunately all the me’s remain readily accessible. Therefore reaching back to find a particular emotion or memory from which to choose and transfer to written word can be done without having to actually be in that current state. However there are times I choose to live in painfully memories for awhile. Maybe this is a form of selfharm minus a cut or burn? Regardless when done and the pain had past the absence of it is blissful. Currently I dwell in the memory of her because it is the most glorious memory. When she was near life floated in an unreal fantasy of amazement. She was everthing then she was gone. Yes later she was in my life again. We had day long conversations. Laughed then cried and asked why. Then she was gone again. There are times when I steal momentary glances into her life. Normally to remind myself how much better her life is now than it would have been with me. Quietly I walk away. Ours paths will cross again one day. Maybe then we can have day long conversations which continue the next day. This being shared because it is who I am. Tomorrow I will continue traveling. Reaching back to find something else. I hope you will come along and in some way I hope as my pain heals yours will too.