And if the clouds were to cover my scars the moon might feel alone.
If the stars were to be my guiding tracks the sky might be too empty. Too think that the fish in the ocean are too many yet too little to make me feel accompanied. To know that you are too far to sense your existence, and resistance is the only solution to going out to seek you. The you who is only letters to my screen but oxygen to my blood. The commonness of the blue sky to the blue ocean that illusions me to think there are no limits. The words which are so many but mean soo little and the time which seems so fast but changes things too slowly . That is what has me dead. And dead has become my alive.