I know what you mean about all the different

things you've been through. Its like each bit

of you has been redecorated, done up. Your

body was blackened by all that happened to it

and when you looked at yourself all you could

see was yourself looking back, but not all of

you, not the real you. You wanted to open up,

but all that was there was a little procession

of small creatures, dancing towards you,

trying to get in, trying to blacken you again.

You've healed before, you can do it once more.