I found this picture while surveying my friend’s blog, and I decided to put here. Since that day I carry the scar, one the eye alone cannot see, nor the course of time make vanish. For while outer scars are initially strange to he who carries them, time will meld both, and the scar becomes just another part of you. Inner scars, those do not meld. Forever they will be there, forever lodged, forever estranged. They are an eternal torn, my true cross to bear.