Papercut

Lyrics are the best signs ever.

This morning at 3,
it was time to open another bottle.
But my hands were dry,
and I didn't want to wet it.
So I figured I would try opening the bottle with my bare hands.
It was a glass bottle.
I cut my finger.
"Shit!"
Hmm, it was pretty scary,
because it wouldn't stop bleeding.
I stared as the blood kept gushing out everytime I washed it away.
Tasted blood.
But it continued to bleed.
So I had silly thoughts.
Like, maybe I'm diabetic already.
Maybe I have to chop my finger away.
Should I call for my brother?
Why won't you stop bleeding?
Hello?
Shall I call for someone?
Then suddenly it struck me to press the wound.
I walked over to grab a piece of tissue as I watched it bleed.
Aside from fear, what I thought was:
Haha, this is actually pretty cool.
Like in manga.
Anyway, it finally stopped bleeding..
..and I plastered it.
..and announced it to the world.
Yeah, I wanted some attention.
Didn't get the attention I want.
But it's okay.
At least there was some.
John didn't disappoint.
John liked it.
Haha.
The next morn... afternoon.
Before shower, I removed the plaster.
Pretty much healed.
But somehow I wanted the blood to amuse me again.
Hahaha. Sorry if it's getting creepy. Don't worry. I'm not suicidal.
It's just.. I'm curious.
Anyway, yeah. The wound was intact.
So I started washing my hair normally.
Felt a prick.
There was a dot, and it started bleeding again.
..and this time,
I just stared at the blood.
I left it to bleed and continued washing my hair with my other hand.
When I was done shampoo'ing though,
it wasn't bleeding anymore.
The wound repaired itself.
Maybe it's the warm water.
It wow'ed me.
My body is pretty quick in healing.
..and I figured.
Everything will be fine.
I am good.
At least, I want to be good. :)

Strings

Signs. I pay more attention to them when I think. What songs the radio just happened to air, what quotes I manage to catch in shows I accidentally stumble upon, whose blogs I manage to read, what things I randomly encounter with, what my eyes read when I open my kind of bible, everything, anything that can help me break through the threshold, take a deep breath and let go. When I'm lost, I look for signs of choice. All for some enlightenment. Some make me smile, some make me cry, the best thing is there will always be a neverending supply of signs and worst thing is I neverendingly look for signs. Today, is one of the days when and where, the sign was there, waiting for me, warm and fresh. The sign was a form of empathy, or maybe that's not the most accurate word, because we are strangers, experiencing different things. But it was as though it was there for me to read, to allow for me to take a deep breath and be grateful that someone out there, have feelings I can empathize with... and now, I present you the output, and get today over with.