2 Minutes. Go!

I have this open wound that I keep rubbing salt in. Not sure why, exactly. Maybe I like the burn of it. Maybe it's just something to do. I worry it. Like a hangnail. Maybe it's simple masochism, but I don't think so. I think somewhere along the line I got the idea that I was supposed to keep rubbing the salt in... 

I wonder what would happen if I stopped?

The pain is old and worn out, but it used to be neon. Then, it came in primary colors. Now, it is pastel. Maybe if I am patient enough, the pain will turn clear. 

I'll be able to see through it. 

Maybe the pain is a security blanket. Maybe it's a shield. Maybe I need it, but maybe it needs me. 

There's only one way to find out, and that is to NOT give up. To keep going until I've made it make sense. 

I'll persevere...I'll overcome hardship like a real frontiersman. You can be my guide, and we'll get there together.

Pass the salt?