I don't need the light
I don't need the night;
I don't know if I want tomorrow to come.
the sun is just a ghost,
a shade of golden white on a gray sky, suffocating the dawn.
I don't even need the sky
I don't need the entire planet;
I don't know if I really need a country.
my house is a shadow of tangled colors, all disintegrating at the same time.
I need my room
I need me;
I know I want you.
You are light enough.