You said you'd tell me

something about

how does it feel to

lose it all,

not all at once,

but just slowly watch it

crawling away one thing

after another,

that feeling when you

sit there watching,

knowing too well

there's not much

you could do about it.

Well, after all,

I tell you,

I tell you how does that feel

to know too much

about yourself

and yet too little about

anything else,

I tell you I cease

to understand,

but no, I understand very well

every feeling you've ever

told me about, because

someone else has already managed

to explain it to me

a few times, which was

half a life before you

but is still just a couple of pages back.

How can I ever stand up again?

Now go ahead,

you tell me.. :