Today I came across the worst possible imaginable torture.
March 12 Edit:
I have forgotten about the torture. The pain of the day is gone, I have no memories of that time. I really have no clue what I was writing the post. Isn’t it weird? I just found the draft while going through my blog dashboard. So why to have this post? Don’t know. But I believe that whatever happened has still infected me in some way. Have I got rid of that as well? I don’t know. We falter. We torture ourselves. We go in and out of places where we shouldn’t be. At times we forget things. And we forget our scars.