of that searing pain, hot metal, and the smell of burnt skin…
for some reason that pain has been inviting, gave some kind of ‘high’.
but its also the juncture where the mind separates from the physical.
was thinking, generally the past week has been pretty good…given the wonderful dinners with my many girlfrends frm bulgoggi to cck and lil india, lunch w an old buddy, those delightful heartenings conversations, and even sightseeing…its a pretty good week.
then why do i look at those healed scars and crave to create more?
