River of letters

River of letters
For I am not me ‘till what’s mine doesn’t covers me. Stop looking at me with gloomy eyes. Who am I? Staring, piercing me just because mine and cover me with your shadow. I have to find another way to translate my visions to not concern you with my fictions. Put an end to my bloody suffering. Loose yourself to me. Want your hands to guide me to your world so I can be free. Because mine, be mine. Loose yourself to me. Want your hands to guide my trembling steps to God. Can’t reach your hands. Because mine, be mine.