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Two Sides: Many Holes
Two sides: Many holes
I pick up the slack. There is a fountain that bleeds from me, underneath white clothes, and stains them red. But I pick up the slack. I wash the clothes even though they cost me a bit of something, something that feels like it leaves everytime I wash away the blood. Maybe because the blood was apart of me, so washing it away, would be washing away a bit of myself.
But I've washed so many piles of clothes throughout my lifetime that just another pint gone seems like nothing—and it really is. Nothing.
It's just the cost of changing. The blood will clot in holes lining my skin, which will bleed no longer. Change is inevitable, and there will always be at least one hole for me to feel through, a hole so deep it was there before I was formed it seems. A hole that probably won't clot in this lifetime, but if I am to be the one who helps scab the tissue for the next me to fully close off the issue, then I'll bleed again. And again, and again.
Change is inevitable, but you will bleed and as long as you bleed, you are human. Because what is a human besides an infinite cycle of change. You will never stop evolving, just like if you're truly human, the blood you lose will regenerate with time, and you will never stop bleeding.
© Eric Bell
I pick up the slack. There is a fountain that bleeds from me, underneath white clothes, and stains them red. But I pick up the slack. I wash the clothes even though they cost me a bit of something, something that feels like it leaves everytime I wash away the blood. Maybe because the blood was apart of me, so washing it away, would be washing away a bit of myself.
But I've washed so many piles of clothes throughout my lifetime that just another pint gone seems like nothing—and it really is. Nothing.
It's just the cost of changing. The blood will clot in holes lining my skin, which will bleed no longer. Change is inevitable, and there will always be at least one hole for me to feel through, a hole so deep it was there before I was formed it seems. A hole that probably won't clot in this lifetime, but if I am to be the one who helps scab the tissue for the next me to fully close off the issue, then I'll bleed again. And again, and again.
Change is inevitable, but you will bleed and as long as you bleed, you are human. Because what is a human besides an infinite cycle of change. You will never stop evolving, just like if you're truly human, the blood you lose will regenerate with time, and you will never stop bleeding.
© Eric Bell
