about all the times when I pushed away the people I love so they couldn't see the demons lying naked in my trembling layers, when I couldn't hide helplessness even with all those metaphors burning on my skin, when I chanted the name of Shiva in the hope of finding way back to home - the home that I lost more with my every breathe. Would you still save your breathes in me? If I were to tell you about all the times when the fear engulfed everything around me and I became so feeble that I surrendered myself to dark, when the songs of nightingale raised a constant wail inside me, and I cried looking right into the eyes of heaven, when my own words
