Sometimes, I believe
there is this darkness.
A hopeless, gloomy air
filling all the corners.
The world thus seems to
have no slots to fit me.
Everyone else seems to be
better, its like its only me.
Moments and time seems to slowdown
Into nothing but a frozen river,
cold and still.
I need you as much as person
stuck in that river would need a small fire.
I need you as much as a pint of water
in a desert.
I need you as much as I would
ever need you. All the times.
