You know I’m strong.
Even if you can’t do this, I’ll be strong.
The ocean is still an ocean,
                  the sky is still a sky
But an ocean without its horizon
a sky full of dark clouds.

My world is still here though.
There is still the dark mist that hides the sky,
and the huge grey cliffs which bury all the directions,
and the sun, the moon and the stars.

There is still the stillness in the ravens’ crow.
The heavy waves still roll
            and drown my white naked feet unto the shore.
And I know I still exist. I still walk and breathe.
Partly breathe, but it doesn’t matter.
For I still can and that’s what should be.
Even if you’re like this for the next decades,
for you I will always be strong.

If you say you’ll die if you start loving me,
then don’t.
For I won’t die if you don’t
but I will if you die.
The world is still here
and I don’t really care if it won’t turn.
But please, be still. Stay as far as you’re near.
Let those eyes be as empty as they are.
Dark, distant, a glance of nothingness, I don’t care.
We are both blinds anyway.
And I am always kind.
Even when I know
you are not behind your skin when I touch you,
             I won’t complain. I can’t feel anything either.
As long as you stay with me like this forever,
in this forever where there’s no night or day,
you know I’ll be strong.

Even if you’re just a ghost, unfeeling, soundless,
staring straight at the grey, hushed waters,
I won’t let myself know you are. I can feign.
For even if you’re like this beside me,
even when your heart had crossed this isle
and left me for another,
even when your chest is only filled with air,
just the ocean’s air,
as long as your body, your face,
your unsmiling face is here,
you are mine. Mine.

And I will stay like this with you
even during the soft perils of a morning’s light hail
or drown with you when the abyss of the ocean
consumes this little heaven of mine.
For you know, I am strong and I can always be.

Even if I know that you being here is a lie,
and that my world is half-living and I am half-alive,
as long as I can still sleep on your silent *****,
and I can still lean on your cold arms,
you will always be adorned, and worshipped.

And I will lie on your lap as I stare at the white sky,
watch and taste your dry mouth from the splashes
of the rushing waves,
then feel the thin silhouette of your face,
your hands, your feet, your chest, your hair,
your soul from all the shadows around me.
Oh dear! I can just do anything and everything for you!
Believe me, I can do all these! I really can!
For you know I am strong. I really am.
These feelings are immortal
and I have already immortalized you,
             here, in this isle,
                in my little-found heaven,
where I am always strong.