When you are sliced open as much as I have been, I’ve always believed that you have two options – feel sorry for yourself or let what light remains in.
Being kicked when you’re down causes bruises, but this is something else. I’m constantly applying pressure to the wound to stop the blood from escaping. But with each one, I grow weaker and the pressure applied is less.
Now the blood is flowing in all directions freely, and I have not the strength to stop it.
It is growing dark. The light is becoming harder to find.
Until light is all there is.
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