I want to sing you a song. Silently. I want to hum the perfect frequency that will be only heard by you. That will get into your bloodstream and synchronize our heartbeats. That will resonate in your brain, making you shiver in the sweet,  unknown feeling of an eternal, sublime connection. I dont want anybody to understand, I wouldnt even ask. I dont care. Its not important, its overrated, empty. I automatically and desperately look for logic, but theres none to be found. Not even a bit. And those shocked eyes, those heightened voices, those raised hands. Nothing works. I know better than well. And I laugh at myself, because its the lovelies thing Ive ever seen. Like in those movies you watch when youre a child that supposed to teach you whats important in life. Just that it doesnt seem like were going to see the happy end. The only atom of happiness is in the corner of my glazed eye when I look at the lilac sky, knowing exactly why I take another breath.  And even though it may seem like nothing, its everything to me. Just the fact that I know, that I see it clearly before my eyes, when theyre open, when theyre closed. Its in me and Im richer than the richest and Im better than the best and Im sadder than the saddest. But I know it and Im fearless. My blood is cold. My skin is blue. My mind is pure. My heart beats.  And I sing my song, that calms even the air and flows as far as I want. It gets me higher, somewhere where I lose my carnality when I become dust, when I can shimmer between clouds, when I dont really exist. And that nothingness is the only remedy I can have now, the only temporary cure to the tired soul.