Slowly I start to see more
And I hear more
And I feel more

I feel my skin,
I feel my emotions

Unfiltered,
unordered

I can no longer put things in order.
To put things in order is pu

I feel
and I breathe

And I want to live,
till my dying breath

And I want to contribute
and I want to express myself

I want to shout
and whisper

I want to do right,
without knowing how,
I will feel it
I want to try
I want to discover,
what I am
and who
and why

And I want to know

Even if there is no bottom,
if there is no certainty,
I want to know by experiencing it.

I want theories and thoughts,
that fill me,
that touch me,

I want to be complete
To experience completeness

And I want dreams
and achieve those dreams

Whether it is possible is pu,
how it possible is pu,
but I want it

And if it doesn't work out,
I will take the next dream,
plenty of them

And I want the truth,
not 1 but 1000
Contradictory,
mixed up,
like storms.

I want them raging through my body.

Storm,
that is me,
that is what I feel,
that is what I experience.