index | archives | notes Friday, Oct. 16, 2009 9:30 p.m. << [ Healing Process ] >> I keep texting him. A futile action, like opening my cardiac muscle and spraying the blood on him. I'm producing more, throwing it at him, like it'll fix us again. Like our veins will branch back into eachother and connect us like we used to be. If I could just close it off, close my heart, the pressure would build, and the blood would have no choice but to circulate through my body. I'd have no choice but to be okay. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org