It is fast paced, quickly happening. In a moment I am shook, wildly stricken. In an instant I am, but only helpless. Most of the trauma is everlasting. The resulting scars are still deep, sipping. I do not have any sensation, but only a bit. My bones are weak. My skin is still burning, having jolts of vibrating like electricity. My nerves are still damaged. Nothing will ever be or can be predicting, planning can be in any doing, but there are things that are inevitable. I am infinitesimal, but a tiny spectrum. I am tainted. A part of me has. Faded. |
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