17 5 / 2013
Long distance relationships are hard.
16 5 / 2013
I bumped my knee on the corner of your coffee table on my way out last Saturday. On Monday the bruise had already begun to fade. My capillaries mend fast it seems, and now three days later there remains only the faintest imprint of a green crescent. When pressed upon, I still feel the slightest twinge of pain, but that too will soon be gone.
Pain has always been much more memorable to me than pleasure, as I imagine it is for most people. The cuts and bruises I’ve received during my short life are still tangible to me now, though some have imprinted themselves, leaving for me a convenient reminder of past hurts. Pain has always left parting gifts to me - it leaves vibrations in its wake that linger for hours or days, lying quietly at the edge of consciousness. There is no need to try to visualize what transpired. I need only to touch lightly at the wound and feel that dull ache, that proof of reality, to remember.
Perhaps that is why I watch the progress of this bruise with such disappointment. To remember the width of your back or the warmth of your body requires a certain amount of effort, but to prove to myself the mere reality of your existence requires only a touch on the leg.
01 5 / 2013
I’m doing a little better today.
15 4 / 2013
I’m going to get all of my teeth removed and just use dentures from now on.