Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."

Slowly slip into me. Stay.

Feel my heart beating and pumping blood and life everywhere.
It is your heart now too.

Feel my skin heating and protecting life in me.
It is your skin now too.

Feel my hair tickling and hiding the sparkles of life in the eyes.
It is your hair now too.

Feel my ***** moving and ******* life through the nose.
It is your ***** now too.

Feel my life shining.
It is your life now too.

Stay.

Such a beautiful night.
Such a beautiful moon.
Such a beautiful life.
- And there's no-one to share it with.

I am crying, because I can't find my place in this world.
I am crying, because nobody can find their place in this world.

I am crying, because that twenty-year- old girl is condemned to death, because cancer is unstoppably spreading in her body. I am crying, because not only her body and her face will disappear from Earth, but her spirit as well, as it will have no home here anymore.
I am crying, because that paralysed truck driver will never be able to drive anymore, and he will never be able to have a son. I am crying, because this has always been his biggest wish, but it will never come true.
I am crying, because I am unable to help them.

I am crying, because time flies too fast, because what is born will die too, because  those who stay miss so much those who leave. I am crying, because there will always be something that casts a shadow on our happiness. I am crying, because we are all unsatisfied, but we know we shouldn't be, for we could be more.

I am crying, because fading in the blur shouldn't be the aim of life. I am crying, because I am scared of the future, because I don't know what eternity is like. I am crying because I am so alone.

I am crying, because something aches so much.