Close my eyes to see only mist
Open them to see the cut on my wrist...

She sees in him all the answers
To each one of her prayers...

* This was a song I wrote this morning, I've put...
Welcome to my hole...

* This poem is what I have been wondering about...
In my head, pictures are moving so fast...

Once I stumbled
And couldn't get back up...

A distant sound
Now coming closer to me...

I am in a tunnel
All around is black...

I tried so hard
To pick up and go on...

A river, a mountain, a tree
A blade, a problem, me...

I sit anxious
In your waiting room...

Brought up to speak so proper
Act all nice and polite...

* I wrote this poem a few months ago, it happened...
I don’t quite know how it happened...