people may see me as something i could be but then i could be anything i choose to be, why define something that is constantly changing and always the same, i don't exist, there is no thing without the other, no gravity without mythology, i am beginning to listen to lyrics again, beginning to taste the rain on my tongue and feel my lips arc on Icelandic rapture, listen to the Moreporks and let it go, i will find my books as i am creating my own, do you see how she smiles? anger is a waste of our space and it is dwindling but i can hug people again and even touch their hands, i love the night as i sit in the sun and gaze at the sea, i'll reach you at the cafe, there is time as that is all we have, open the door, you and only you, know who you are