Pain only grows until it overwhelms. The mind blocks memory and dulls sensation; the wound remains. Once wounded, you are never the same.
Some people hurt so much, they can't see an end to the pain and look to end the feeling. Others think causing pain recklessly brings relief.
But I wasn't angry. He was looking for the most hurtful way to tell the truth. But, of course, I already knew the truth.
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint.
"...And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
hearts fail little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end?
She said, " instead of telling you what you want to hear, I'm telling you what I want to say. And that it caused you pain can't be helped."
She raised her hand and pushed,with her mind and soul. With rage and love. And he flew from her, torn and bloodied, crashing to the ground.
She said, "that we tell ourselves stories in order to live. So, live as many lives as you can. Over and over and over again."
Mistah J retweeted
I'm just going to leave this here. The anti-vax movement costs lives. nbcnews.com/health/health-ne…

