I don't understand my feelings, my anguish
I must have psychological problems ...
I miss things that I never saw, never felt, never touched
But I know exactly what these are, as your smile, your embrace, your touch ..

It's all so complicated, people should call me crazy
But I never cared what people think of me ... maybe my body will never feel fully realized in this world, but I feed my soul, every day.

The music, movies, a bird, a child playing, these are the food of the soul, so I can at least make it complete, held.

I hope that in my next life, I can also feed my body, feed it with dreams that one day I want to make them reality.