Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.
The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.
In time, in time they tell me, I’ll not feel so bad. I don’t want time to heal me. There’s a reason I’m like this.I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won’t smooth you away.I can’t say goodbye.