Just A Woman Who Loves Moths.

Light of the sun,
On my eyes
My skin
And hair
Shining through my soul
Showing who I really am
After all
What I have in my mind
On my heart
And stomach
Are not that well hidden
I am not Mister M
I am just a woman who loves moths
Still dreams awake so much
Making sometimes myself a fool
Because I always fall on the rabbit hole
It is always all so beautiful,
then all so bad, strange, hazy
- if this is equilibrium, I need to have a new mind -
The wind is thicker, the sun so heavy and the rain so weak
Something is wrong
But I observe, I swallow, I scream, I know
What I am made and what I can not take.

Light of the sun,
Shine through.