if i could reach, just a little further, if air were measurable, then I'll grab you and we could fall together;
inversely.

this is no performative. just another what if.

little by little, if strength were measurable, not the kilograms kind, I could, if I could, lift you up high.

yesterday, beats gone astray, but I thought, I saw a white girl in a blue dream.
I could never swim. And I could not really imagine a deep blue sea.
But allow me to indulge in some wilful imagination; I thought I saw her.

every sound, brought about by the bubbles, I couldn't hear her well.
but I knew, only if I could see for myself, that the sun does not reach the ocean floor.
But light finds its way there.
There are mysteries we cannot see for ourselves.

There are depths in us that we cannot manifest, reach and touch.
Only then, if I could measure my void, then I could, if I could, fill it with only one presence -
Your Presence. Your absent presence.

even if all is not right, all is not at ease, all is not smooth, all is thorny, more and more; less and less;

I, come, silent as a fleeing fox, calm as an evening tide, fierce as a tempest - only if I could.
No words, really they could not, express thoughts.