It is during nights like this that my mind wanders.
I wander. I wonder.
I was loved
I am more sure of that reality than I am of my own existence
Though I feel inclined to believe
I am but one more bleeding heart
In the crashing waves
Of your sea of names
You are the storm
O mind
O beautiful creativity
O wild imagination
What a team are we?
What terrible power I give to you
How vulnerable I am with you
How prone you are to destroy me
And run away with my life
Please do
I turn
I fall
I wake
I rise
I sleep
Once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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