Anger

A scar over a scar. New injury covering up old imperfection. Layers of hurt leave their marks, some visible, some not quite so. But he sees them all. A strange uneasy comfort in the memory of past indescretions, mistakes, accidents. He misses the old scar, resents the new one. One was a life, the other a death.

Current Mood: contemplative
Listening to: Tracy Chapman - Telling stories