You are still
Are you paralyzed?
That’s what I’m asking myself every day, every hour, every minute, every second, every blink of an eye, every time an electric ion flashes through my brain to bring the thought of you to my mind. I don’t – can’t? – do anything to help you. It’s like I’m seeing the S.O.S. signal of someone on another island, but the water is too dangerous to cross. I hate this.
And I try to think about
Snow coming in…
Do I wish myself back to those nights when my mind was in Finland? No, I don’t think so. Although I found the snow in front of my window beautiful back then, it was in fact blood red. No, I think I closed that topic. Past is past.
Do I wish you to be here? Every single second of my life. I wished you could be here…
Just like before
I will be on standby
My sadness is your sadness. My heart is your heart. My death is your death.
