Me. Just like I am
When you feel short of breath
because you know (s)he is stealing it from and you do not even care
When the steady rhythm of her/his heartbeat is the music that makes you feel alive
Maybe it was in another world, among giant trees, warmth soil and the chants of the wind.
Or rather in the woods, in the high mountains running from the fog.
My heart is aching for the things I understand
For the truths I do not want to mind
For the irreparably damage of the people that have let me down
But I am wiser now