I still reside in your prehistoric period when memories are still carved in caves, dinosaurs render noises, asteroids hit up grounds like those are normal things and volcanoes erupt like their hobbies.
The period when my heart was stomped by a creature named none other than -- you. When you recklessly put your gigantic feet on top mine's, bit me and got the edge of my clothing torn up. Swayed me like the blades of flying machines.
I’m okay. I am.
The pain I had endured?
I am okay.
The heat while you dip my two hands into the boiling temperature of lava
I am okay.
The time when you threw my heart like a baseball bat?
I am okay.
For you, everything will be okay,
even if it will not be
