Inside someone’s dream, I am dying every day.
I am the fear of ice

melting in warm water
the story delicately moving

like spawn.
I cannot list the things that I love

one by one.
Changing my face a few times,

I think of

the time I belong to

and the time that escapes from me.
Dreaming somebody else’s dream

and smiling

somebody else’s smile,
I might be the foreign air

or sometimes, the memory of a real thing.
I am bleeding
I am sorrow becoming a human being