Excuse my queen, may I steal a minute of your time?
Thank you very much.
First of all, excuse my language.
Or lack of thereof.
You know, I think my brain is a big yellow melon.
And for some time, it was flying really high.
So it's a bit dry, and confused - it had a small cerebral reset.
There's not a lot of water, words are a bit cloudy, numb, unclear.
But I'm insistent, and in this big watery soup of letters in my mind, I worked hard and I put something together.
I hand-picked these words, I put them in a basket, and you're now reading it.
I have no big metaphors, there is no rhyme, my creativity imbecile, but I still have my heart.
And all these words, I can't lie, they're all for you.
And all these words, undoubtedly, they're all yours.
With all the light I was given, there couldn't have a thing I wouldn't give.
To the light I run to see.
The light that trembles my skin and nerves.
The light that makes my dreams.
The light whose each tiny words, heartbeats, yawns, shouts, moans, I silence the world to hear.
In hell, you are my sky.
In the sky, you are my earth.
In earth, you are my heaven.