19 12 / 2011
A letter to myself
I’m no longer a little girl anymore, intimated by your words. The pain felt by your hand will no longer hurt me. No tears will be shed. I’ve grown beyond that. The pain of the years has made me turn to stone. For better or worst it has rid me of emotion and left me with a cosmetic veil to deal with the everyday. Its only superficial;artificial. I solely dwell in the comfort of fluidity. Life is dynamic and fluid:change will happen. I am almost certain.
