i found this image while looking for funny signages on the net.
and i haven't laughed so much in such a LOONG time.
...

a few days ago, I watched Sex And The City (the movie).
there was a part, after the jilted wedding scene
where they trooped to mexico
and Carrie stayed in bed for days.

i just came from that.
not so long ago.
(((minus the spiteful wedding issue.)))
but ALL that.
and i went home and waited for the
tears to come.

it didn't.

sometimes, i wake up crying mid-sleep.
and it troubles me that my soul is hurt
and weeping, but it's acting as
a separate entity from my consciousness
probably because it knows
this is something
i cannot bear.
or fathom to comprehend.

...

Life's fucked this way.
you try.
you hope.
you believe.
and then - nothing.

...

To My UTMOST Confusion
I am happy in some parts too.
A happiness that has me looking at
my fresh scar-tissue and
screaming
"HEAL, bitch, HEAL!"
and a surge of feelings
that am sometimes
wary about, because
something is still broken
in me. and because suddenly
there is an opposite
to THAT hurtful void.

so comes the grain-of-salt
and the necessary distance that i wasn't even
aware i could need so much.
and a tattoo pattern.