Where she goes to sleep in warm, sky-coloured water. Let the river be my cradle, lull me to sleep.
I will grow tall like the trees around me any day now, soon. My fingers will blossom into fragile mathematical shapes; lilac scented. I will look at the sky all day, unconscious, unafraid, remain perfectly calm and unattached.
I was dead for much longer than I am alive. Death in not unknown, it feels like going back home.