Birds calling: at 4 a.m. Sun shining: and it burns! Wind blowing: it’s cold. Ocean crashing: skin and hair covered in salt. Alone at home: a circle of friends. I am happy.
I think of you In the dark place In which you find yourself. And I want to help, Make you feel better. But I have not the means. And I feel helpless. But who am I To think that you need my help? You Are you. And you do not need me.