PAIN.

All day long, i was caressed by the golden wind as one leaf dancing in its most enjoyable season. The birds belonged to me, the sunshine belonged to me, even the dust and smoke belonged to me.....However, i didn't belong to myself.

I belonged to your fingers : the thorns of rose, the branches of fire. I belonged to your breath : the song of nightingale, the whisper of ocean.....I belonged to you, but no one could tell this secret, except the magician who sat in the rollercoaster of my inner amusement park.

Whom do you belong to ?

PAIN knows the answer.