I sit here and I think
about you..about everything..
about everything being so simple
and yet so complicated..
about the sky..the sea..the rain..
I wish I would drown in the sea
fall from the sky
melt in the rain
for I am made of ice
and I’m not even cold..

I remember one time
I could walk on the waves
and fly..and feel the raindrops
on my warm body..
I stopped living then
because I stopped thinking
so untrue..
I stopped thinking..so I was living
I was alive for the first time
How did I die?
How could I lose it?
Everything is passing me by..