Like the sky
I give my grief back...

From the swell of the clouds
sunlight will bloom suddenly...

I am scared of being
diminished...

It was all too much
for a moment...

If I dive down
deep...

A fogginess
in my thoughts...

is like a small fish
keen to changes...

It seems
you still creep in...

I felt the air change
reverberate...

I wonder if
I really am...

If you keep moving
you can't cry...

I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...