Do you know, the trouble with pain, is you spend so much time trying to just get over it, and never feel it again, that you make a subconscious deal with yourself to keep all the armor in place indefinitely. You start to forget what it was like to be delirious with joy, to smile in the depths of yourself, to feel, for just a moment, like life was easy. Ignorance is bliss, they say, or at least it's peaceful. If I can't remember the wild highs of joy I am able to reach, then perhaps I won't know to miss them.
I didn't think I'd be content just to settle.
But this scar tissue is so thick. The calls of the Life are too muted to hear.
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