Sometimes I wish I spent more time collecting scars. That my life were more exciting, more of an adventure; where I traversed dangerous paths and faced myself and the shadows lurking behind me, always in my peripheral vision. I wish this little life was bigger, grander, more exhilarating. That I gathered stories that I could tattoo onto myself in vivid colors, things to look back on and remember.
Instead, my heart gathers dust in this quiet ribcage.