I'm once again awakened from the dream that is always nothing but a dream, that take away a little bit more, turning what's almost nothing, even less. That piece of myself becoming rare, and at the same time so small you might even say it doesn't exist at all. The smoothest breeze could carry it away without taking notice.
Also my old friend returns on time like a clock. The companion I receive at home without welcoming her, but this time without conplaining about it because I know she won't take "no" for an answer. And while she's staying in that special room, reserved and cherished, I'll go on cleaning and mending the mess she leaves in ye