Monday, November 8, 2010

brain sand / blood islands


"I've come all this way. I realize that I will never be "ok" or fixed. There will always be that dark ring to sink through (and fall I will), but at least now I'm finally assembling the tools I need to save myself from myself... despite what you said. Despite what you did. Despite your pulling plugs. Colloid and calcified a red river to nurse an ancient wound" ~IB