Can you feel the pain of an ant when you step on it as a punishment for having its fragile body step upon your floors?
Can you feel the agony a fish goes through as it shivers, yearning for life after being caught in a fisherman’s net for its innocent attempt to have lunch?
Can you feel the suffering of a tree as it slowly dies after it has been cut off for growing in the wrong place?
Perhaps you can’t. Neither can I.
I cannot feel it because I am not an ant. I am not a fish. I am not a tree.
I cannot feel their pain because I am not they.
I can only believe they go through pain, I can only know the source of it. But I cannot feel.
What if, though, I feel pain but I do not know why?
What if I feel pain but I cannot find the source?
The pain inside of me grows with every beat of my heart. I put my hand on where my heart supposedly is,…but I cannot seem to find the wound. It is bleeding. But there is no source.
It is pain that eats the flesh of the insides of my heart… and beats throughout my body, stomping down my veins, chasing my nightmares, crushing my dreams…
It follows my gaze across the vast ocean to where my eyes cannot reach, and digs loudly inside of me until I am deaf, until I can no longer hear the waves crashing upon the rocks at the shore of my wishes, hopes, and dreams.
What if that pain does not slow down in pace, and travels with me to every place?
What if beauty I can no longer see, and my soul drowning in fear, gasping for hope, is all I feel?
What if the doctor cannot find the source, and accuses me of acting it all?
What if I can no longer taste the magic my mom bakes, or feel the soft pillow beneath that case?
What if I vanish and no one knows. What if I die and the cause remains unknown?
What if when I die, no name would be written on my tombstone!
I wish right now I were not alone. That I am with you, one who speaks the language I once spoke.
I wish you can share my moments and tell me you feel the same.
I wish you can understand me from a glance. I wish you and I share a secret dance.
I wish you were here to share my tick tock adventures. To share the couple of moments I have before I slide to sleep, as my soul quietly leaves my body, as my imagination goes wild and becomes real.
I wish you were here to hear me complain and not say a word. See me cry and not judge me at all.
I wish you were here now to hold my hand. To hug me tight. To love me now.
I wish you were here.
I wish, that the existence of someone like you
…is something I could believe.