“How much does this assault rifle cost?” “Well, we're having a heavy discount this season. Only one-third of your soul and a half of your conscience and you're ready to go.”
12 floors from the ground-
A boy bit his nails in anticipation as his favorite hero battled a dragon.
12 floors below-
A boy bit his nails in futile hopes of taming the dragon spewing violent acid within his belly.
Contrast blazed in the fire.
If I cut myself tonight, would you feel the pain?
Of course not! It’s a stupid thing to ask, really. How could you?
Especially when we have not spoken a word to each other for over three years now? Separation has taught me well. I learned that heartache is a difficult thing to heal. It is better to focus the pain elsewhere. Because there are no pills for heartache. There are no bandages available to heal the invisible gaping wound. The only option left is ‘time’, and that doesn’t heal very fast. Sometimes, it doesn’t heal at all.