Scars will make us remember for life.

I love how I can always connect to Corrinne May's songs someway or another, and I've wrote a few poems regarding my life in attachment and how I feel.

I like the photograph below, and I somehow can relate something to this girl's eyes, and her scarred face, well except mine is a moon-cratered one.

Many thanks to adritzz on Flickr for this shot.

To give you a peek about how I feel currently, here's the certain exerpts of the lyrics to Corrinne May's song, Scars.

I just want to ru

Just want to hide away

Close my eyes to your gaze.

Just want to leave

Don't want to hear them say

"You're no good at this"

When the world swirls with naysayers

Broken wings and torn pages

The road ahead

Drowning in my tears

Break me open

Tear me down

Into pieces

Broken crumbs

On the ground

You can mould and shape me

In your image

Breath your life

You know I need it

Scars make us stronger for life.

Losing myself

Gaining it back again

Forging strength from weakness

All that I am

All that I meant to be

Melting in your hand

Let the world swirl with naysayers

Pickled hearts and sour faces

What is real what I cannot see.

Scars might not make us stronger for life, but they will make us remember them for life.