Some days i feel almost whole and confident and good. Today is not one of those days. Today i feel small and weak and scared. Uncertain. Like i am a tiny me trapped inside this shell. This pale, bruised and inked body - a tomb for my true self.
Sometimes, in the dark of night - in the dark of my soul - i can feel myself die a little. And sometimes that part that has gone can be rebuilt but sometimes... what's gone is gone and will never be found again. Do i miss these parts of me? If i wait long enough i can't even define them anymore. Can you miss someone you don't even know anymore? Or am i merely grieving for the massive amounts of empty space inside me?
