WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

PAIN'S AN OLD FRIEND

"time does not heal anything, it just teaches us to live, with pain"

I can't live like this , it hurts , it hurts like hell, I wish I could just leave this mortal world and be a part of something greater....

I snapped that thought as quickly as it came.

I know the purpose of this glorious life is not simply to endure it, but to soar, stumble and flourish as we learn to fall in love with existence. We were born to live not to merely exist.

I will live not merely exist , because life is the most amazing gift that the god has given us, a chance to prove ourselves. We are a evidence of a life lived.

I got up and wiped my tears and turned back.

Well no surprise, Mr. Devil was standing behind me and I bumped into him . Did he had iron pole for breakfast because irrespective of Newton's third law that every action has an equal an opposite reaction he was standing and I was here on the ground.

God my butt hurts like hell.

A confused look plastered his face but there was something in his eyes, I think I saw a mixture of love and care in his eye.

I got up again but my stupid hood falled off my face. He kept of looking into my eyes as if....as if he cared.

I covered my face again with the hood and he lowered himself bringing his lips near my ear, fanning his cool minty breath on my face and whispered in his amazing chocolatey voice,"you look better off without the hood".

I was shocked because no one ever said something like that to me, I mean not even my mom.

He looked down , lowering himself the my level, so that he could see a glimpse of my face but I turned away to move. I began to walk away from him until he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards making my hands touch his chest. "I know you want a piece of me Wolfie" we whispered.
"Wolfie???" I asked him confused.
"You call me Devil don't ya so I will call ya Wolfie" . Embarrassed by the fact that he knew what I call him I tried to free myself from his iron grip.

At last I told him,"Look Theo ,
My body is merely a vessel and my face a distraction
Superficial facades I yearn for someone
To look beyond my flesh and beneath my bone...
T

o look at me in all my twisted glory...

And to smile at what they find hidden.

He looked at me and smiled, he brought his lips near to mine and quoted,
"She wasn't at all put together

She had come undone and fallen apart;
Button by button , piece by piece
But she was beautiful in all
Of her disaster and strong enough
To remain fragile
For even her
Fragmented grace she was enough
For herself and that is more
Than enough for me"

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