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.