Аs a small bug

And here I am - trembling, homeless, walking at the end of the world, looking for a huge heat now on your shoulder to fall asleep ... And let winter be light blue, looking in your eyes. The Dream - the Good Housewife, and in her - beautifully silent together. Mirage is my hand in yours now. Let's go this way. And pain if you have, "she told her. It is pain, but it is not death! Go forward on the narrow path, without suffering and loneliness. I want like a little bug take me with one hand. For me, you are a magic taken from the infinite world. And quiet here, like a wonderful ocean let me be to you now ...