Can and can say a thousand times. Can prove in five hundred different ways. Can and can stay by my side one day. This feeling will not go. Because I did not let go, because getting stuck in me because it is embedded in my lips, my hands, in my memories.
This neglect, this distance from me, the world, my battle against the bulk of crap.
A young heart is not made to endure such pain. But precocity has always been by my side ...
