one week before,
the river began,
a small estuary.
it got bigger,
the farther I went down,
now i'm trapped, this is full-fledged addiction,
bordering on conviction
i lost my mind,
just a little while ago,
and now i'm screaming for help,
calling your name,
begging for it,
calling, "sahlo folina,"
but nothing in this world,
can ever help me.
