We are but layers and layers of sentiments beneath the flesh beneath the bones.

We are but particles and sub-atomic particles of beingness and consciousness.

I, myself, owe you not but my feelings. My whispers. My thoughts. My words.

I am in pain. Because I am affected. I'd rather be sad than to feel less.

And I don't want to feel less. I don't want to feel less.

I dwell, because I am hurt. And it's okay to be hurt for I am but an infinite being. I take my time to recover. And (LEARN).

Those stitches speak not but for my journeys and souls-voyages.

I am a human.