I spent too much time on the surface - I shouldn't have done this.
I danced while dying of pain and I was totally dumb.
I knew sweet taste of love and that bitter - of loss.
do you know how much time it takes
to recover from a lingering illness?
-I don't remember either.
do you know how, after you recover,
your skin becomes pale
almost transparent
and your eyes turn out to be
the only visible treasure of your face
like two emeralds found by chance under the snow?
don't say anything.
I can feel how, little by little,
my purulent wounds are transforming into fish's scale.
my voice comes out of my chest.
I'm not dead, just immortal.
welcome back
to my green green sea.
27 jan 16