I shouldn't go looking.

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Oh, I know better.  I do.  When I see something that fits, then see another part to it, I both know better and can't resist.  Something that hurts, a part that might fit or could just be wrong... not sure which is worse.  Actually, if they fit together and fit whole... that's the worst.  Shouldn't go looking.  Shouldn't scratch wounds either.  Odd how no matter how old some wounds, they still itch, and hurt.  It may depend on how deep, severe, complicated, the wound. 
I found this one long ago.  While itching some wounds.

I saw this second one, even at the time I found the first, but would not even look at it.  I have avoided it with great care for a very long time.  I was feeling... cocky, so decided to take the dare.  Ah well.  Pride... fall.  I suppose it had to happen, and it could have happened at a worse time.

Some things will always be bigger than any, here, now.  Trying to believe that the truth isn't what it is will often result in facing what is denied with no way out.  And, so it is.