„I feel like a bird without a song.“ I feel like a bird without a tree. I feel like a bird. Featherless. I feel like a bird without a melody. „There is no passion running through my veins.“ Anymore. And I am not brave enough to handle this pain. „I feel old. Hypnotized. It's cold.“ So cold. Even if the sun's arms try to weave a blanket to warm my heart. My senses stagger on fragile pavements. I am to weak to sail against wind and tide. Do you remember the stones? I guess you do cause you carried me to the pier. No sailor, no seaman. Only the sea. You and me and one last breath. I can't see you anymore cause liquid salt dims my sight. I can't hear you anymore cause I prefer to listen to the ballads of the waves instead of listening to your valediction. Dear Liv Ivy, I can't feel you anymore.