Walking pain

You won’t say that you don’t love me, this is strange, talking to myself again, you know, I love my pain, come and feed it, come and let it grow, I breed it, I’ve cuddled him in my arms, but he’s too heavy now, he wants to learn how to walk by himself, but you know, I can’t teach him alone, I need someone else, need some other arms who holds him along me. Then he will make his first steps, with one hand in mine and the other one in yours. Yeah, he will walk all by himself, as he grows up, but I got to feed him, you got to feed him too, I can’t kill him, he’s my son, I can leave him alone being so young either. Come, let’s raise him, then he will learn to run, then he will want independence and will leave me. That day we will not be separated by his body by his arms, that day you could hold my hand, no bridges, and then we can walk together, all the time you want, all the time you hold. And that will be enough, be my companion for this path, it may be long, it may be short, but what I know is that it will be worth it.