open and never closes.
all the things on that abysmal day.
If he bled all over from first station
to Golgotha itself.
Then can all my wounds inside and outside
He showned it to Thomas, yet he didnt even flinched an inch.
Then He tells me not do anything anymore,
To be in pain
is only an inch away
into an eternity in which every passing moment
of what it truly means,