My life was once a black tunnel identifying no end, too much blackness gushing inside me. The uncertainty of weather mother or father may live. My life turned black as their souls did.

You can’t chose what happens, you can’t see the termination of hate and lies, you can’t project the final outcome but that doesn’t matter when the cruelness of life wounds your soul like an arrow to heart.

No one will know the dislocation I absorbed , no one witnessed the things I did , no one can detach the scars that line my eyes and bowl me off the edge. As I am me and no one can see, they are blinded by materials, materials that circuit their lives whilst I’m stuck, stuck asking “ what about me? “ “can you hear me?”

But just as I determine the cyclone has reached its destination. my life pauses. stops dead.

My life pauses as I look straight, as I see a perfect shape ascend in my body filling every nerve and muscle with its laughter, it’s smell and it’s taste. The tenderness of unpredictable exhilaration paces through my heart, pounding like a rumble of an earthquake moving the flaws that keeps us steady.

That is what it was like when I first met you, the evil that sliced me with it’s violent edge lost as you Removed every disease that my brain was giving me. My Life was discharged back to me giving me a choice.

You see, life can take many forms but loving you will always stay the same as long as that twinkle in your eye doesn’t ever part from the special place I call my heart.