FLOOD.

In it, they are.

All of them.

 

Every thought,

Every storm.

Collapsing inside of me.

 

I have never felt anything so intense. 

So lonley.

But necessary at the same time.

 

Don´t I matter?

Am I just a human piece that heals every life except for mine?

As if I have no soul?

 

Believe me then, when I say:

Every pain

Is a preparation for the next.

Each time

I feel it less.