WRITING: Learning Process

I fell today, and scraped my hands and knees upon the concrete of the human mind. Stinging with the grit embedded in my being, as it becomes a part of me I picked up in the grazing. Standing, stumbling onward, but the connection has been made and added to the knowledge that ignored all warnings of good sense. Tasting blood of bitten tongue–it happened just that quickly–and the flavor is the salt of one’s own life. Eventually it heals; eventually it seals it all inside.