funny how when you're talking about something that happened more than 10 years ago it still hurts. tears start clouding your vision and your mind starts to get heavy. the worst is when tears come unbidden, trickling down your face and you do not want people to see it.

but it just keeps flowing.

i believe some scars will always be there. so tender so soft that there is absolutely no defences should anyone push the button. thankfully it does not matter to me who says it.

as long as it's not me.

it's funny how i got into a fight a long time ago over someone who insulted you. but it's okay when i do it. i tell myself that i do not mean it.

i guess sometimes i do.

i used to say that i have only 1 soft spot. but that soft spot has harden and become more numb with each setting of the sun. but there was another spot. a spot so tender, so vulnuerable that i did not even know it existed. and now that i know it is there i wish that i never knew. the blissfullness of ignorance. i now know the beauty of ignorance is bliss. no wonder children are always so happy. they do not know what is installed for them.