I don’t like to be a human being.
Breathe, Eat, Defecate, Sleep.
Shaking my body on this miserable planet like a choking ant.
Sometimes I would like to be everything, and everywere.
I would like to be there with you, now.

I wish I could fly in the brightest skies of my dreams, or swim down onto the darkest oceans of my nightmares.
Inside me, I feel something that is neither human or divine, is just me.

I can’t explain what it is, cause I don’t know, and I don’t want to. Not yet.
It’s sealed over my soul and my destiny, and it’s something that will reveal when I’ll die.
The only think i know about it, is that it’s a really big frog to swallow… and that a men’s life is just a training to it.
Everyone dies alone, and I’ll too. I’m not scared to die, neither to live.

But the question is… Between life and death, is there just a bunch of time? Or there is left some space for me?