I cut myself up yesterday while opening a can of sweet corn. It was small cut but it bled for a while. I tried sealing the wound with a kitchen towel and when all else failed, I had to run it under tap water. The rush of water caused more pain than before. Funny how it hurt more the further my finger was from the tap, and the closer it was to the mouth of the tap, the less it hurt. The deeper we go, the more it hurts. The analogy of the two processes- an open cut and love is uncanny. Morbid? Yes... But well then...
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i used to hate cuts....
... but i got em all the time...
... sometimes it was blood, sometimes tears
.. then i learned that they did me good in their own morbid kinda way.... helped me move on!
sometimes blood sometimes tears.. arjun, my sentiment exactly. u got me bang on! its weird how we co-relate two seemingly disconnected things and converge them to feel or read alike. it is even stranger that morbidity can be associated with love.
Take care- Garnier :)
interesting, got me thinking :)
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