in short: i'll never be with upicture this: my stomach slit openeverywhere are taleswhere you and i go hand in handbut it's not us, not reallyit's another us that existswhere you're so lovely and perfectand i'm not, but you pine after me anyhowin some distant waking realityyou can see me, though it's not really meit never will beoddly, at least if i keep going on believing thatmy bones won't rattle so hard that my dam breaksi speak; i am silencedi am silenced; i am invisiblei am invisible; i dieand in short: you just don't see me.