有些傷痛，已經不再刺痛你的原因，僅僅是因為在時間的流裡漸漸變得麻木，慢慢地、慢慢地。偏偏，它們其實從...

有些傷痛，已經不再刺痛你的原因，僅僅是因為在時間的流裡漸漸變得麻木，慢慢地、慢慢地。偏偏，它們其實從未消失，只是改變了型態。這些傷痛曾包覆著你，你曾穿戴著它，但現在已經不再合身，你只能把它脫下來，掛在房間的一角。但是真正的那種肝腸寸斷，卻是一直形影不離，被編織在你內心深處最柔軟的角落。

It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the trouble go –
But only knew by looking back –
That something – had benumbed the Track –

Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock –
I hung upon the Peg, at night.

But not the Grief -- that nestled close
As Needles – ladies softly press
To Cushions Cheeks –
To keep their place –

Nor what consoled it, I could trace –
Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness –
It's better – almost Peace –

F421 (1862) J584

這首這幾天在我心中縈繞不去的詩，大概就是這種感覺吧 ~

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