I appear before you, not as myself but rather someone wrapped in layers; obfuscation if you like in the hope that I can present a more true reflection of that which is I. It is not my face you see, not my blue eyes and unshaven cheeks. You know not my name and to address me by mail you need handles, aliases cover all my closed entrances. Those are my tricks; in a trade of revealing myself to the public without the guilt sticking permanently.
There is beauty in death. As I watch you take the next step. As you leave me behind. I mourn as you rejoice in the sand untouched. All I ask from you, is to remember. Remember Me and times we had in the light. Smiling.
touch me / like the wind / touches the leaves / in autumn / touch me / and I will be there / always
everything is fine / now / everything is cool / now / everything is / as it should be / I checked you see / the scripture / the manual of me / eat regularly / drink plenty / exercise indeed / translated by yours truly as / spag bol and a bottle of wine and moping around / everything is fine / now
trust me not / behind these pale blue eyes / danger lurks / claws of fire / I wield / my words / pay heed / I say / pay heed / or suffer / my lips will burn / my lips will melt / your frozen heart / to slush / pay heed / pale blue eyes / beware beware beware
