Sometimes there is a ball of pain inside that grows and grows until it is unsustainable for the body to contain it. By cutting oneself, the emotional pain embraces physical pain and becomes more real. Seeing the wounds on one’s body brings the internal pain to the surface. As the wounds heal, the emotional pain also seems to heal. He’s better now.
"Fate succumbs many a species; one alone jeopardizes itself." ~W.H. Auden
I may leave you with a sad confidence that things are hard but they always matter. nothing is too small, but nothing is too big either.
...little bits of me escape
Pandora's Box for Art Lovers and Beauty Seekers
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
storytelling the world
Singing the praises of things that slip through the cultural cracks
A little of this and a little of that
ich zeige euch meine stadt wie ich sie sehe
Conversations with Street People
Nature & Wildlife PHotography
MR- Maggie and Rui's Photo Diary
