Half Dreaming, Half Waking

Again I am full of fear and doubt. But I don’t feel comfortable to talk about it. I was sick and spend most of the day in bed. Half dreaming, half waking. I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want to live like this.

I am scared. I am upset. I feel very small and irrelevant.
I don’t want to suffer. I don’t want to cry anymore.
I don’t know how to get out of this. I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know why I am writing you…

The Power of Despair

I am not afraid of your darkness. I am safe in it. I am not afraid of your silence. I am heard in it. I am not afraid of your power. I am protected by it. I am not afraid of your passion. I am carried by it. I am not afraid of your dominance. I am guided by it. I am not afraid of your aggressiveness. I am softened by it.

Fire cannot destroy water!


When you left, the music stopped. Yes, it stopped. Now everything around me is silence.

You were my melody. I heard it all the time. I felt it from inside you.

Wherever I went, whatever I did, your music was with me.

It started when I woke up and was with me all the day. It even followed me into my dreams.

Now you’re gone and I am surrounded by silence. I can’t hear your heartbeat and I can’t feel your breathe.

It’s so quite. All around me is silence.