Heaven's Touch - Chapter 1 pt2

    My brain keeps waiting for you, even when I want to let it go. This wait is painful to feel. Trying to climb some steps I keep realizing that there is this force that keeps pushing me backwards, preventing my heart to feel anything but pain and anguish.

    An hallucination invades these eyes. "Am I dreaming again?" asks my brain, mocking me with this rhetorical question. Screaming mouths with no owner, hands and feet detached from a pile of bodies that seem to be missing in action. While watching this macabre show I realize that life is nothing but a narrow long path that keeps throwing us stones each time we get up to get some air. For each step I take the colder the environment is, an hypothermia like state freezes my senses, my brain, my pain...

    Close to my bare feet, just a couple of meters past the point of no return, I find a letter. The small distance seems an herculean effort to be travelled, every molecule of my body hurts because of the previous sudden drop in temperature. Almost to tired to move, I bend my trying body and pickup this mysterious gift from an unknown source. One last grasp of air allows me to open it and start the reading process:

"Time starts to open wounds

Once closed by the presence

Of one's desired loved one,

Eternal rampage weakens it's body

While thoughts full of pain

Invade the barely livid mind.

A fake sense of well being

Broken down by a brick wall of misery,

An hopeful idea crumbles

At the feet of impossible distances;

Two souls wander without destiny,

Two souls whose path's are forsaken.

Now with wounds wide open

Not even the memory

Of a once shared heat

Is enough to rehabilitate

This excruciating agony."

    With these words my memory seemed to wake up from it's dormant state, reminding me of times of happiness and pain. Every tiny bit of acknowledgment of a face, a touch and a body reminds me of these painful times of suffering, with good memories being replaced by every bad word spoken, every bad action taken. Is it too much too ask for a little bit of sympathy?