Scar Tissue

The brain heals memories like scar tissue. Little pockets of betrayal, oozing pustules of heartbreak, shards of anger encapsulated, slowly covered up by a thin layer of skin and hardened there. If you’re lucky, if you massage the memory just a little but not too much, you’ll end up with a scar you can live… Continue reading Scar Tissue

No Way to Make this Right

I still have this infantile desire for things to be right, for a simple justice that makes sense. We go on living everyday like it's our right, and how dare things change in any way that discomforts us... that shakes things up? Why does one person get cancer and another person a promotion? Why does… Continue reading No Way to Make this Right