Wrote this awhile ago.
So it's that time of the year again self analysis breaking down removing the bad the old the unneeded. As I went through my day I looked back to where I was who I was then an who I am now. As I began to whittle a star my mind began to wander which is never good especially with a knife in hand. An soon the thought crossed my mind it's a small piece of wood the blade may slip and slip it did clean into my index finger and as I watched the blade slide through my finger with ease slicing through flesh I thought why don't I feel pain my mind is telling me to react it's telling me this is wrong yet no pain as I finished the blade stroke through my finger half way, hit The nail an pulled away the blade.
"what kind of person doesn't feel pain."
as my finger bled I searched for a towel or rag an still thought why could I not feel the sting the pain why am I numb to physical pain....
I'll finish the star. It'll just be a blood colored star.