I am fragile in a way that nobody understands
I was born dead
Couldn't feel
People avoided me because of the void in my eyes
Loneliness was my life
One day I opened the door, found a box layin' on the ground
It said "angle" on it
I opened it
It contained splinter of heaven
As I composed them they became the pieces of my heart
That was the moment I realized how much a heart beat can change
Thenceforward the world showed off to me in a way that is often refused
I can see true beauty in the pure essence of life
The line between my senses blurs
When the art of expression touches my heart
And makes me feel like flying
And for some reason I feel
Like this beauty lasts forever in this world and can't be destroyed
But then
One wrong word or one wrong glance
And the pieces fall apart
Again
They spread in my whole body
And create a pain beyond life and death
That takes away my breath
And is impossible to take
Nobody knows
How much effort I put into putting the pieces back together
When it takes only one word to shatter
And all I ask myself:
Is the heart of an angle
Which makes me see the world
through eyes filled with heaven-like benignity
A blessing or a curse?