This is just a quickie about something that has been on ny mind today.
Bruises are so beautiful when you think about it. The way they blossom under the skin, almost like a flower, with such a variety of colour. A physical mark of pain felt, a real sign that your body is alive and can feel emotion.
Admittedly the trigger for this was not a painful experience, but if i say the bruises are on ny inner thighs i figure you will understand.
There is nothing quite like a bruise to really make you aware of your own body and what it is capable of.
Anyway, as I said, I promise i shall do a realy post soon, but for now, goodnight my lovelies.