Melting With You 

let me start. everyone is thinking this story is all about love, friends, 

or another kind of disease.

but I want to start with one person who is just a kid,

a kid who loves to run every day,

but not anymore.

a life, 

of course, it’s short, 

he got another experience of life, 

where he have to melt himself, 

and convince his heart to melt fully till death.

not because he wants to, but because there is no option in front of him.

it’s been ages, no one knows he slept for one month without knowing.

when he woke up and saw himself,

nothing was the same, and no love was left in that cruel world,

for that little kid who was once loved by many.

i have never been there.

everything is running out of time,

even life, as you can see, melting

worse than poison.

he can’t even stand or stop someone

to ask for help.

everyone is far.

a kid

who almost died in every situation of his life.

funds are running out.

swollen up,  not his heart, but his right leg, like an elephant’s.

there is no hope, but the doctor removed the skin like the peel of a vegetable,

not to make something delicious,

just to purify the blood.

sometimes he wished he would not wake up afterward.

but he always did.

and in some strange way, waking up again almost felt like bad news.

but who knows

sleep had become the only place where pain disappeared,

hours of sleep turned into days, sometimes weeks. 

is far better than those days

waiting for that kid, which he never imagined,

where he have to see with his naked eyes how someone can play with his nerves

to check with press cold instruments against his body to see if he could still feel anything.

eventually, the hospital released him.

not because he was healed.

but because there was nothing more they could do.

to see if something good happened or not.

before anything happened,

he went for another surgery,

just like wrapping all the wounds once they gave,

taking another ocean of pain

another scar to remember.

never healed by time,

not even in this life.

the main question I still haven’t found the answer to:
is he still alive?

if he is, where is he now? In which corner of the world does he exist?

but how, someone continue living when the heart itself feels almost empty, 

everyone wants to know
but why, still, melting with you, my heart?

I did not think about these questions for a long time.

until the day I received a message.

seen, 

never replied.

i read it once, then again. But it took nearly a year before I truly understood what he meant

Is he no more?
did he try every possible way to die,
but nothing worked out?

day by day, it was getting heavier for him there.
he planned a new world,
to leave everything he had.

but who knows,
maybe even there, pain finds new ways to exist.

melting with you.