To never forget the feel of cotton
I must have taken 1,000 deep breaths for my skin to record that emptiness. I never seemed to notice how I skip 3 days every month .I disappear completely. Always avoiding to deal with existence outside my corpus, but my skin makes sure to remind me every month of the pain of letting my soul go completely.
Have you ever taken a second to scream? I mean to really leave it all on the table? You scream from so deep in to your core that you end up feeling empty and numb. That’s what I did, I screamed for seven hours, so long that my skin remembers the feel of the nothing . Now I try to breathe every day and hope that one day my soul will forgive and my skin forget that I not only lost my mother but that I lost myself to.