Each night before bedtime,
Just like the artist on his poorest, in the dark
I am creating Characters
To get away and travel
Without leaving bed.
It’s my endowment
And my curse
As I go miles far
But always end up next to you

You have to understand
I am alive too
And need to breathe
In order to exist
What would you feel like
If I’d take all the air?

I woke up
To wildflowers at my table
Which you’ve gathered
Dark late night.
Truly beautiful,
Although I’ve got allergic
Like they were warning me
Of who you are.

You were the sound of waterfall.
Great and mighty
You broke your waters
On the underlying stones.
I was foolishly brave to dive in
And impudent to fell.

You threw me so keen
And once I collapsed
All of the sounds came out of my body
Odd feeling
The world is on mute.

I was silent
You weren’t listening
As only night was whispering

No chance,
Let go,
Don’t hurt yourselves.

But anyway,
You weren’t listening
And I was silent.

The worst ache went through
As mind tried to escape the body.
I stand still
Yet, exploding.
I’m losing battle
To myself.