Stargirl
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Last night...after watching beautiful Paris Katherine Michael Jackson's words for her father I just can not explain the way that pain resurfaced...
and I touched my cutting glass (which, before this, I only used to make thin scratches) and carved his full name onto my arms.... Michael on the left and Jackson on the right.
And I think I almost hit a vein...
and I'm not scared...but it's been bleeding since...and for some reason...I feel happy that it's still bleeding...as if slowly...all my life will drain out and I'll be freed to be with him...
I don't know what to think right now. I just touch the roughness where his name is carved and the way the blood drips - I almost feel like I can feel him within me and around me and every single where in the universe.
and I touched my cutting glass (which, before this, I only used to make thin scratches) and carved his full name onto my arms.... Michael on the left and Jackson on the right.
And I think I almost hit a vein...
and I'm not scared...but it's been bleeding since...and for some reason...I feel happy that it's still bleeding...as if slowly...all my life will drain out and I'll be freed to be with him...
I don't know what to think right now. I just touch the roughness where his name is carved and the way the blood drips - I almost feel like I can feel him within me and around me and every single where in the universe.