as humans, we are taught to create, to breathe, to shelter.
we don't touch without feeling, we are encouraged to
feel with purpose, as not just hosts to a bodysuit of skin,
but as souls.
this phenomenon is called
"love".
you may know it better as a scar, those
fibrin threads that bind your past with comfort.
after all, non-sterile hands are not
supposed to fuse organs together.
i have heard horror stories about this
strange word "love".
there was this couple that worshipped each other
but when she left, his body never recovered.
sometimes i think it's better to let pain just
cling to your gut, until the digestion
feels like bliss.
maybe that's the curse of being human.
we never just heal-- we burn, we crave,
we call scar tissue recovery and forget
that it was once open heart surgery.
we fought for our lives.
some of us would do it all over again.
i don't know whether to call that adhesion, or
a side effect.
