My fingers hurt. They hurt me to open and hold things. That’s because I chew the skin off of them until they bleed and I don’t even realize I’m doing it until it hurts and I look down and realize I did it again. Makes my hands look gross all of the time. People gasp and ask what happened to my fingers. But I love my hands. My hands are greatly skilled in terms of everything. My...
At this very second in time..and this second too..and this one..everything is just perfect. Letting every thought leave my head and go with the wind. Not a single thing is on my mind. I’m just being and I am bleeding light right now.