Do you know where you are, sweetheart?
Do you know where you are when your tears wash your face like shimmery pearls unraveling from a torn strand?
Do you know what you need, baby?
Do you know what you need when you search, and you search, really search for the meaning of things unfolding around you?
Do you know who I am, love?
Can you recognize me through the layers of today's latest news and the bills and the phone calls meant for a generic someone?
Are you ready to soar, dear?
Do you want to unfold your large wings and impress me as always with their span, and their speed, and their swoosh in the winds.
Will you please take my hand, child?
Will you trust when I say that the flowers are purple and your spirit is blue?
Am I living or dead?
You talk nonsense, my dear! There is no such a thing! You just think like a human is all, believe me.
