My wounds are

mine.

open and never closes.

bleeding always.


If he did ignore

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

ever heal.

He showned it to Thomas, yet he didnt even flinched an inch.

Then He tells me not do anything anymore,

but knowingly

that

To endure

To be in pain

To suffer

is only an inch away

into an eternity in which every passing moment

of what it truly means,

To Smile.

๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿคโ˜บ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‰

April 2017

artsydhude

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