I am so sorry. I no longer am who I used to be. I may no longer stand for I am broken. I am unable to die for I am not alive. Your words crushed me like iron to dust. My screams suffocate in my throat as you walked away each day, unaware of pain. Deaf to my begging, blind to my bleeding eyes.  There is no end to me, thus I am infinite. Soy el incendió que derrite el concreto. Roots grow inside me with the transcendence of trees. I may no longer run the way my feet used to, but the wax starts to flow from the pores of my skin. The wax pours down my back burning scars on its way. Feathers start to take shape. Wax flowing into the air creating my long forgotten wings. A thrash of these gigantic rediscovered limbs encircles me in cloud of golden dust. I’m taking flight.