Healing🔗

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I sometimes wish that a part of me could travel out of my own body to see me. 
I want to rip my body and see how the organs actually work, especially the heart. I want to see how it beats when my thoughts race as if in a marathon and see if there are any words hidden in my spine, cause I can't express myself without them. I want to see how I look when I feel homeless, when my words betray me, when they just don’t meet me for months, and how my thoughts rot and finally die. How their death makes me vulnerable to things around me. Do they rest on my body? Maybe my rotten thoughts give me circles around the eyes. 
I want to see if this makes me look ugly? Cause I believe that when you let your pain express itself, it transforms into something beautiful. 
But most of the time I don't let it escape. I keep it inside my body for a long time and when it explodes, it makes no sound. 
I want to see how it explodes. I want to see the phase of me listening to white noises. How my face looked at that time!
No matter how fancy your band aid is, when it's out, your wound is always ugly. I want to see if my body allows healing. I want to see how it heals. Because the before and after stages are boring, that does not make any sense. It is the process that my body went through, while healing, which interests me.  

Shruti Sawant

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  1. Anonymous13 October 2024 at 02:06

    Genuinely had my attention. Very creative ❤️🤌

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