Mey's Mind

  “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Ben quietly leaned against the doorjamb. After a bout of silence he cleared his throat. Amy jumped and let out a little shriek. She turned around and hid the object she'd just taken out of his desk drawer behind her back.

  my heart - slowly, carefully healing cracked torn to pieces again what reality heals what has always been, but hidden congealed tears in my lungs I drown, like you drown in the poison you chose red like blood so much I would like to be your raft - your buoy but you don't swim - you sink like you are too heavy and only cry out I submerge beneath the water surface water mourn what is and what may come let go they say I have to let go and let you go   damn it - swim   

  mijn hart - langzaam, zorgvuldig helende gescheurd weer in stukken verscheurd welke werkelijkheid geneest wat altijd is geweest, maar verborgen gestolde tranen in mijn longen ik verdrink zoals jij verdrinkt in het door jouw verkozen vergif rood als bloed zo graag zou ik jouw vlot willen zijn - jouw boei maar jij zwemt niet - je zakt als was je te zwaar en schreeuwt enkel ik geraak onder de waterspiegel rouw om wat is en wat kan komen loslaten zeggen ze ik moet je loslaten en laten gaan   verdomme - zwem nou