Gentle lightning

hollow rain

quiet and crushed with mourning

why are you grief-shaped, my darling?

art thou void?

i pray i do you justice,

and i do not pray lightly

quick witted

selfish, maybe

something eats at you

Do not cry

do not skewer yourself

reflexive

interpersonal

watch my eyes

regardez moi

j'aime mon amour

je prie, je prie, je prie

don't take me in vain

don't betray yourself

you seem a bird

flying above

immortal, if for a moment

let go