she asked "do you feel loved?" and I froze, and for once, I could smile, my life as a tapestry, spun up with thusands of colors, both visible to the human eye and not, it grows dark and grungy, gashes torn where somethings were too ugly to be part of the story, but, next to every gray & black thread, is a rich and stunning pink, making it's way like a nervous system through every struggle and downfall, is this beautiful pink,the only thread I did not spin my self and the most beautiful shade of all, as gifts are. I smile up at her, my veins alight this soft pink, keeping me alive more then the deep red of blood ever could "yes, and it saves me"