The sound of air
The sound of water
The sound of sand
The sound of particles flowing above me
The sound of blood running through me
Little things gradually begin to connect
Large things, growing ever larger, begin to crumble
Becomes smaller. Disappears. Appears. Disappears.

No one is present; no one is present inside my heart
Quiet and vast...
There stands a giant tree
Quiet and vast, between the sky and grassy plain it stands
Why is it that we try and show ourselves in a positive light?
Why is that we try so hard everyday to have others like us?
Why is that, when people finally like us, we want to be alone?
I want to be spoiled by someone
I want to be drawn to something soft
I want to reveal a secret to someone
I want people to see my true self
Or do I not want them to see?
I want people to see, but I am afraid of being seen
Which is why I am SAD?
That is what I think.

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