puzzle

My fingers have been cold for so long, I have forgotten they are mine. Did you ever feel drained? Like someone was slowly taking away what was left of you, throwing it away, like it were something useless. Like someone had robbed you of everything that was good about you, and now you’re left with all that is rotten? Not broken. No. Drained.

The soft rain, pierces through my skin, it has long ago learned my secret. Every single drop goes right through me, landing on the rough pavement. There’s nothing there to stop it from falling to the ground. I’m just…

The only thing I feel real, is my heart, imprisoned in a cage too small for it. And no matter how much the grill of the cage pierces through it, trying to deafen its beat, trying to hold it down, it will never be able to stop it from beating. No matter how many drops of rain will bruise her, hurt her, cut her, it will never stop.

I told you my blood is black. I will say it again, scream it out loud, and be proud of it. Because I am not reason, I am feeling. I have many pieces, many shades, some are borrowed, some are stolen, few are mine. Some are yours. Don’t ever forget, that even if I just met you on the street once, even if we never shared a word, a part of me is yours. And the blood that flows through my heart, with every beat, is your blood.

I feel you.

Do you feel it?