it is painful

trees can feel it when I walk by

fairies bow down

leaves dance on the ground

I do not die

but I weep in the darkness
maybe sometimes even cry

I desire to grow out of my skin

to change this body, shed it down

to return in the planets womb

to die as a butterfly 

vanish, always want something

stop haunting desires

when most possessed me already 

just cannot stop

want to make it true,real

so this world do not swallow me

I was born a person

now into universal being have grown into

my shining cannot be put in comparison

I own too much, I posses

and everything in my poems is I, I, I

but I am not alone

at least not utterly alone

at least not quite desperately alone

I fall

heavy as a stone

I break against cold waters

they drink my soul,

that's why I am skinny 

have no head for 

for another's problem

but god do gave two hands

but god do gave a heart

why did he cursed me with a heart?

and what I feel is just...

- it is painful

trees can feel it when I walk by

fairies bow down

leaves dance on the ground

I do not die

but I weep in the darkness
maybe sometimes even cry

I desire to grow out of my skin

to change this body, shed it down

to return in the planets womb

to die as a butterfly