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today i drew up a crime scene out of my thoughts which sounds perplexing unless you're someone like me who can't think one thing without thinking about another so i drew lines on paper connected people to events places to regrets circled notations and perhaps little is relevant *if i wear my heart and emotions on my sleeve which i do can you possibly imagine what kind of things i don't admit to thinking? and for awhile i thought i didn't have any hidden feelings but then again the deeper i dig the more i find that i do once i get past the fact i don't want to admit they're there* my gut response is to wait until the wound itches grab the band aid and rip it off but this is a much slower process of hot steam and stinging soap and water peeling bit by painful bit trying not to let the crime scene thoughts take over my life but slowly snipping color coded threads until things begin falling learning to live my life with less explosions less catastrophic breakdowns to push past and more tears that wash off in the morning and less that drip into open cuts letting light in disassembling my crime scene thoughts
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
crime scene thoughts
today i drew up a crime scene out of my thoughts which sounds perplexing unless you're someone like me who can't think one thing without thinking about another so i drew lines on paper connected people to events places to regrets circled notations and perhaps little is relevant *if i wear my heart and emotions on my sleeve which i do can you possibly imagine what kind of things i don't admit to thinking? and for awhile i thought i didn't have any hidden feelings but then again the deeper i dig the more i find that i do once i get past the fact i don't want to admit they're there* my gut response is to wait until the wound itches grab the band aid and rip it off but this is a much slower process of hot steam and stinging soap and water peeling bit by painful bit trying not to let the crime scene thoughts take over my life but slowly snipping color coded threads until things begin falling learning to live my life with less explosions less catastrophic breakdowns to push past and more tears that wash off in the morning and less that drip into open cuts letting light in disassembling my crime scene thoughts
copyright 1/29/18 b. e. mccomb
#healing
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be-mccomb
25/F
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
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