Guess I've been avoiding that part. It catches up though. No hiding from it.
It's like going to the Dentist to get a tooth pulled out. Except there is no anesthetic. And it doesn't last a few minutes. It's slow, lingers, and lasts months...hopefully not years. And after all that, there is no guarantee that another tooth will grow back in. And it's your front tooth. And you need it to bite into apples. And you love apples. And your tooth kinda symbolizes your heart.
In other words, welcome to the chapter in your life called: you're F'ed up.
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