The Person on the Heart

I use the reverse pattern as a key to unlock the rusty locks of time and salvage the remains of memories buried by the years. There are too many scars hidden in the folds of souls crushed by fate that they dare not show to others. Until I met you with the reverse pattern carved on your wrist, and caught a glimpse of the solid brokenness in your eyes. Every character in the encrypted double medical records is soaked in blood and tears. You are the one who wields the sword, and you are also the soul pierced by the blade. In the chess game of fate, you are both the player who makes the move and the one who is manipulated. The boundary between harm and victimization has long been blurred into a bloody mist. And I am still searching persistently in the ruins of time. Even if the truth is a poisoned dagger, I still have to cut through the layers of fog and touch the hot and stinging reality.