a potion that i love applying to remedy my sad wounds is simple:
salt in.
deep.
you take it that pain comes uninvited and trash the place as messy as it can be
before it takes its leave.
i've learned over time that sometimes, my own sadness is arsenic, that
i let it bleed onto other people's happiness.
sometimes, all i can do is apologize afterwards because
i want to be around them and not be alone when things hurt.
hurting alone kills the hell out of you.
