I let the sun kiss my face today.
I let the warmth caress my skin
The beams to blind my sight,
The rays to hinder my being,
The shadows to caricature my lashes.

I retreated for the light,
I stayed for the warmth.
Craving the coziness,
Detesting the vile power
Embedded in the rays,
I hesitated. I tripped.
But, then, I stayed.

The warmth cracked the cold,
The ice cold in my heart,
The shield of my being,
The guard of my life.

Braced with the glow,
I uncovered myself for more,
For more life,
Forever more peace,
And for less of death.

I feel nothing, yet everything.
From the slightest smirk of a stranger,
To the ache inducing speeches of my mother.
From tiniest scratches,
To my unhealed wounds and scars.

If I am numb to everything,
How can I feel anything?
If my heart is hollow, as they say,
Why can’t I stop feeling everything?

Would you feel like you have nothing,
If you had everything?
Or the vice versa?

What beholds the power?
The nothing in everything?
Or the everything in nothing?

If all be crushed under everything
Or nothing,
If there is no in between,
To act like an iceland or a haven,
I, then, yearn for nothing.
But needs everything.