I’m a Void, I’m a Wound.

Ordinary souls can't see the wound; they can't understand the void that screams.

I??? I'm a void. A void. I'm terrible, you know, terrriiibleee?! I'm a wound. A happy wound. A little, but deep wound.

Do you know about wounds? … Not the wounded people, but the wound itself. Wounds heal, yet their scars remain.

They get bandaged by their own hands, because they have no one to get balm from. They get strength from their own bleeding, because they don't like people around them. The wounds don't reveal themselves to everyone, because who can understand the voice of a wound???

And when a wound like me cries, when the void inside me screams, then one thing inside me regenerates and one thing gets denatured. But the tragedy is, the wound never heals properly.

Yes, I'm that wound itself. And you know wounds get even more hurtful when the air brushes over them, when certain emotions feel heavy to translate, when the void in the wound's soul screams aloud. Yessss, then the wound cries, then the wound glooms.

And you know what? The wound is never one thing, or one scar. It is the deepest of various scars that made a person… the wound itself.

Even a wound has multiple tiny wounds, the wounds of this wound are small, yet terrible and deep. That's why I call myself a happy wound, cuz I have tiny wounds that are very okay, yet still… anyway, they are wounds, that collectively make me a wound.

Yes, I am a wound, and my deepest wound is my void. And this is not an empty void; this is a crowded void… Full of scary confessions and needs, and yearnings, and unsaid disappointments.

No matter how much you have, how many people or how much love you have. At the end of the day, and at the start of every disappointment, your soul tells you that you are a wound with several scars; it tells you, no matter what, you are a void!

And so yes, this is my belief… that I am a void, a happy wound :)

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