after I promised I wouldn't ever
make a mountain from a molehill
I am now washed over with heatwaves
while my blood is a standstill
within a split second I am made only
of light and sound
and you're speaking with a girl
who's voice can't be found
can you sense that? my skin
is anything but tough, and
maybe I expect too much, or
maybe I don't know what's enough.

(2007)