My friend,
You are the moon that nears a sea red with passion,
And the blue of your tears.
Your thousand souls have a space in space.
You always have a space in space.
This whole time, you described the stars.
Little did you know you were already there.
Can you hear me?
Nobody ever hears me, oh please, write the excused absence note.
I hope you are aware it doesn't make a difference.
If all there is to do is wrap yourself in the blanket of meaningless words,
Then do so.
Longing for comfort, you stand in the open.
I'll wait.
So don't jump off
The Skyscraper.
