My brain feels like a scraped knee that’s slowly being sewn back together day by day with new flesh. Relieved and in awe at the way the body knows how to heal itself when I didn’t think it possible; itll probably leave behind a scar because a wound like this must leave something behind, right? A reminder of once was, not letting you escape and forget; following you wherever you go. But maybe, eventually there will be no trace after all for I’ve yet to know as I’m
still
healing
from a knee wound deep within my brain.