I would like to talk
but I'm afraid of hurting
you, scared of destruction
because the gap between my dreams
and my reality
is enormous enough
to suck you in,
suck anybody in,
and sometimes I talk to myself
to keep the heat inside

and the truth;
I am only 5
very blonde, with cheeks bright;
playing alone in the sand
under blue skies and the sun
- a fake, tinted picture, I know -
and I repeat the words spoken
around me;

to walk into the light
if you only come closer,
but at the same time
I respect you too much
to rip your heart
by ripping my mind open