to think that freedom has a room, which belongs to me

Lonesome,

of which I have never thought as a word,

to be witten anywhere in my biography.

No, I do not yet.

I still do believe in you and me,

no matter how far from eachother,

regardless of the world,

come what may.

Yet there is not a day that goes by,

for me not to think why the world is meant

to be so cramped,

not to have some little space for both of us.