just now the wounds are overgrowing and i start to realize that here i have life to live too. that here too i have stuff to worry about, people to care for and choises to make
that cut on my knuckle that i got somewhere right before i had to leave, the one that had not healed within the entire year, has now almost completely dissappeared. and the one on the finger as well.
the healing process can not be turned back now.
a bit sad, a little helpless, but i am now on my way to recovery.
you with me there?