I went to the place
where we come from, the sea,
and asked how to live.
Air and water touched me,
coming and going.
And along with the whole earth,
I breathed.
This is how, little one,
the sea whispered,
this is how we live.
I only ever want the simple and small things. A bowl of fruit. To exist comfortably. To be accepted. To be loved. To eat nice food. To laugh as much as I can.










