What makes you better
isn’t the same thing that makes
you feel alive.
Sometimes the blood in your hands is the only thing
that shows you you’re still alive.
It tells you that red is the color of love.
That sometimes love likes to play hide & seek.
That sometimes,
you will keep searching for that love all night,
but never find it till the next day.
I wanted to be like rain
and I did.
I showered everything
but couldn’t dry out the floor.
I stayed there while things grew out of me
and it hurt
to be there and have things grow at the same time.
The world i know had lost its shadows
and i was left there following the moving signs of the wind.
The weight i felt on my shoulders was thickening,
layer over layer like dried honey.
I once had a conversation with an atheist,
i told him,
i know what it’s like to cut off something that’s supposed to be there
but it’s not there.
Like love and light.
Love, once came as a form of god
it taught me something about light-ness,
then it turned to darkness and disappeared.