I’ve got thick skin, but I still manage to bleed. That’s the gift of being human. Being all things strong. Being hurt and something holy. They tell me missing a soul that left the earth takes time, but I don’t believe them. I’m too human and messy to hold something as fragile as time. To think it could make me less broken. To give it any sort of power over how I hide away and lick my wounds. I’m a shattered mirror staring at a thousand different versions of myself. It’s up to me to decide which piece of me is worth keeping, not time. Open wounds can sometimes heal on their own, I promise. Your skin will never look the same, but the bleeding didn’t kill you- it just hurt. Left a scar. Formed thick skin. -AMT©️