habitat

 Humans have always been humans.

I picture a worn out dress on a young girl who is looking in a shy way, barely raising her head up and looking at two other girls. They are wealthy and they are eating a plum as their lunch. 

The two girls are laughing and joking and they throw the rest of the fruit to the garbage. 

What is the price of dignity when her mouth was watering to have a taste of that fruit. 

or the skinny boy who was getting beaten up by the three famous trouble makers of the neighborhood. The ones who their father would get them out of any trouble and would make a lot of troubles for the ones who raise their eyebrows.

His experience of life was to know there is something that his father could never provide for him. It was not even something to be paid for, more like being born knowing it does not belong to him. 

for someone who has the mark, having and not having the power is not a choice. It is written in their eyes that they do not belong to the class of wealth. 

Their struggles are always like trying to make a mountain out of pebbles. Never ends and never reaches very high before falling down.

Laughing out load slamming their hands on the table and looking like there is nothing to worry about is so shocking for someone who always feels worried in their core. He somehow knows the enjoyment does not come free to them. They also have to tolerate the feeling of stepping on others. Ignorance is the hardest for the ones who feel. 

now the girl has grown up. She has made a mask which if not exposed for long enough, makes her invisible. The girl has had many achievements and many of them were breaking the hearts of wealthy boys who cut their diamonds by pain and suffering of the others. One of them called himself castrated and never tried for any other girl. The pain and suffering from a heart break gave enough ink to write down his whole life in red. 

The boy also grew up, he was not strong but he was surely smart. He studied and travelled and became a man. He never talked much but the radiating energy of his soul attracked the girl who was hiding in her shell and they kissed. 

They kissed while they both knew they are allowed to sacrifice one common friend which was not the greatest number in their life. 

That one friend had a heart and his heart bled gold. His veins got emptied out of blood when he was called back. On his way back he got rejected one more time but this time, he was sent back as an angel. His veins filled with molten gold and fire burnt out of his palms. He became the healer, the witness, the one who kept the light on for the tired souls. The ones whom the battle is calling back to make them beautiful.