this box contains me
i contain this box
inside
outside
the sky
becomes pink

i'm not afraid of 
the night anymore
i take a picture of the sunset
and send it to me 10 years after from now
and to my friend

line on the ceiling
is what i reply upon
i dream there
until i open a circle
can we meet there?
if you are ready
to open a circle

i make this fiction
that there is a shape
to be loved dearly
it was loved dearly

and i'll let go
this dream
this box contains me
i contain this box
inside
outside
the sky
becomes pink