I wish to be cared for so gently
Like I pet my dogs face
Hold a flower scared it might break
An antique object frightened to shatter it
I wish to be loved
As if  i am a masterpiece myself
That you are terrified of ruining

I have fallen down a deep hole
And I can not get up
The more I try, the more I sink
So I just sink and sink and sink and sink
Until that's all I am
A sinking body

Two people, one time, one place…
Same time. Same street. Like magnets, maybe.
Drawn by each other
A fleeting moment?
A passing glance?
Just a second
Or was it the prologue to something much bigger?”