I am claimed victim to this need.

Touch me, not with your hands

But so that I feel you.

Hug me, not with your hands

But within your soul.

Minä kaipaan eskimo-ystävääni

What is creation worth?

Is it worth loneliness?

The loss of love?

But, what are you worth?

Are you worth the loss of my creation?

My first love, words.

You are here, they are gone.

You are gone, they are here.

But, you are gone.

I asked for something real

and you followed through.

You build your walls

and you sit securely in your tower

promising that you are thinking of me.

But, you do not see

that I am still climbing.

Another full moon, another fresh snow

and this time it means nothing for us.

It means that I have failed your test.

It means your walls are higher than I thought.

It means that you are gone, they are here.

You are the only one who does not see

that I am tired of climbing.

I am falling, my greatest fear,

and you had promised

that I could trust while you were near.

You promised you had me,

that your grip was tight.

But here I am falling, falling falling.

Another lonely night.

And I beg:

Hear me, see me...

Need me.

And I pray that you can find

what it is that you are searching for.

And I pray that what you find,

is real.

And I pray that your tower comes

tumbling down.

I pray that you feel.

You are what I see, what I crave, what I know,

what I need.

[I am claimed victim

to this need.