feel again

oh i met the lonely souls that thought they knew me. time ticked by and i thought i could only be equal to the bread crumbs they threw me. but i grew tiny wings that you cultivated with feathers, and now i am making my own air; so i guess the winds have changed because i can feel again. my heart seemed like a vessel of nostalgia and well thought memories, but your friendship cultivated the best sort of insanity. i try not to repeat metaphors or analogies, but i have found imagery to be so much stronger than statistics, so when i echo your words that i see streaming down my lifelines, know that that was the old me. i will rewrite my body with shadowed ink, the ink that bleeds with darkness and silence. make me dreams that aren’t nightmares anymore, and i will free you from those that never knew that rainbows are just the skies’ mustaches. if you can’t, then i will forget, for it’s not your duty. but i will smile if you do. i’ll feel again if you do.