How could you know? How could I imagine? When you shared your deep thoughts in an attempt to fill the void in your heart and then you chose silence, everything seemed not right. Because you did know what your suffering’s color was and you have chosen to keep it and not show your wounds. I couldn’t imagine that this discovery would cost me sleepless nights, dreaming of your scars and wounds. The ones you already have taken care of in the wrong way. Days, months, and years passed and the time came when you decided to open up your heart. There dwelled only peace and you sent ripples of your love to every human being. Confessing your truthfulness was like whispers in the wind, soft music touching my heart. You entered its secret places and I chose to heal your wounds. But you searched for your suffering’s color to keep you company, wishing for redemption. You chose fear to guide your path and feed your joy. You sealed your heart’s lips and silence took over. My soul desired to reach you, and show you what you meant to me. You drifted away. My heart awaits your flame.
-By Agatha
