My ears burn with numb fire. I need something I can never have.
I need love; I need a family.
A stranger pads through my house.
Images fly by jerkily, like in an old film.
The stranger, he sees me, my blackened crusted corpse.
He knew of me, once;
I thought I remembered loving him each day–
Have you ever observed a wet road on a snowy day,
and seen how each snowflake hits the ground and is absorbed instantly?
Like that, does my life ring.
Every attempt, each effort I make to smooth things over;
Every time I hit the ground—
It is never suffocated.
I am only absorbed.
He makes me cry, but I must dry my tears and hide them away in a safe-box—
when I leave.