i am every man and everything
i have ever connected with
my five senses.
i am my mother; i am my friend.
i am water, the rock, a wall, a chair,
a sound, shadow, a breath of air.
my thoughts are conceptions of yours combined
and everything i do, i do as we would do.
these hopes and fears;
my joy and my pain -
they are yours as well.
when my soul disappears,
i know you go with me
and i will stay with you.
i am nothing really,
but every man and everything
that i have known.
i like running in the rain.
it’s cold, but you feel warmer as you run out of breath.
don’t you fucking reply in pity.
i’ve had enough of that from myself.