I write what I see,
Because I am blind.
I write what I hear,
But I am deaf.
I write what I feel,
But paralyzed.
I write what I smell,
In my burnt nose.
I write what I taste,
The only sense left,
And thank the day,
Because it can be worse.

Your
Body
Is
Away
From
Me
But
There
Is
A
Window
Open
From
My
Heart
To
Yours