I was looking at a straight line. It kept going. But was it really straight? Maybe it looks straight to me because I’m just a 3D creature. No, maybe it is a bit crooked. Like my teeth. No, like your teeth. But your smile is so beautiful because of those crooked teeth. You look really happy when you smile, and you don’t even smile that often.
The painting of the roses gets deeper each time I bleed a little. I bleed a little when I search for God. I bleed again when I don’t look after myself. I bleed even more when I do look after myself. The wound dries up and it starts hurting not to hurt anymore. I start feeling less human each time I forget what pain felt like.
I search for God in everything. Even in the absence of something. His smile was so beautiful, for a while, I thought I had found God. But Gods don’t lie in crooked teeth.
Every Time I Bleed 