sometimes I whish I were one of you.  Having a sense to be.. be there. Having your life. Seeing your colours, breathing your air. Feeling your-feelings. Run and see whereever you go whatever you see. Feeling the sun in the wintermorning on your face, reading your books with your eyes and get your pictures of whats happening. Fighting your fights, having your discussions, loving your lovers. Being invited, getting fucked, taking your drugs and feeling you, being bored, being amazed, being high, being sad.

Reading your poems, writing them,  and having your headache and questions instead of mine.

I whish.