i bent
down,
knees shaky,
and picked up the
pieces on the ground.
I tried to put them back together,
back to their
original shape,
and they seemed to
fit.
but the thin lines
still show,
every fracture,
every scar,
especially that hole in
the centre.
it looks ok now,
but a single tap,
is enough to send
it whittling into
that multitude of
pieces again.
and I’ll have to
repeat that process?
and again?
=======================
during lesson today, our
common friend in the centre… argh let’s do it in the
form of a play…
yj: is that a scar or a bruise? (points at my knee)
me: scar…
yj: bruise
underneath a scar?
me: (louder)
scar…
sq: (laughs)
he must say it such that it travels to me… haha…
I gave him that scar lah…… (then goes on to explain how and why)
me: (thinking)
there are more scars than that. scars that cannot be
seen. mental, on the heart, everywhere…
and me? I’ll
only try to recover, hoping that, as everyone seems to say, “time
heals all wounds”.
[exeunt]
dejectium out
2323 hrs gmt +8