I just
Live
And my world
Is genuine
Is simple
Too simple
So simple
It is naive
Not ashamed of dreams
Proud
Of imagining
Of wondering
Of Painting
Of creating
Of Guessing
Of Loving
But then
The world
Outside world
Unknown to me
Unclear
Out of my knowledge
Comes
A big wave
Takes away all my little things
Everything I believe
Dwarfs me to a stupid
Irrelevant
Creature
Corpse
And all I can do
Is pray
For my world to exist
And walk
And pray
To continue to have life
And swimming
And struggling
And running
And fighting against my disease
I found
Word
And another word
And another word
And again
My world
Again finds words
It becomes alive