I don't breathe.
I gasp for it.
I don't eat.
I swallow it.
I don't sleep.
I shut my eyes to dream.
I can't hate.
I keep forgiving and forgetting.
I don't hate pain.
I live in it.
I won't draw my life.
I will paint it.
And in the end,
I won't just die.
I will disappear into mist.
Murasaki Hikari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-mist-part-1/
