I don’t feel anything. An ever cascading mute that falls over me like the shadow of an infinite silk. It doesn’t touch me. But I can feel it forever exhaling its last breath over my hollow skin. The vein of the universe I once felt spearing through my chest has moved. Its glistening light is far away from my roots. Roots that now dangle out of my chest like legs over a bridge. Was it sudden? The move? Or had it been slowly distancing itself away from me from the moment you said hello? When I was with you, I thought I had never felt this light stronger. It enveloped my entire being. To the point where I couldn’t feel how rough your surface was. Jagged and sharp. Like an armor, made of anything you could find that was able to puncture those who came too close. Every time we touched, I gained another cut from this armor. Deep traversing slices that ran trails across my rolling skin. I never felt pain from these cuts. The light was too immense. I didn’t realize their magnitude until I looked down and saw my body was gone. Replaced with my own cold set of intimidating jagged edges. Ready to defend. The body is an amazing thing. Its love for its own soul has it creating armies without the soul’s knowing. Setting up forts and walls, determined to keep everything out. Everything, including the sacrifice of this overflowing light. Nothing. I don’t know when it stopped flowing. But I know when I realized. It took long. But eventually, my eyes looked down instead of at you. I don’t blame you. I could never blame you. How could I blame you when I was the one who leaned in further, knowing I’d get stabbed? It wasn’t my ignorance that made me lean in. It wasn’t because I wanted to be a martyr. It was because I care about you.