Crutches

My sanity
The pictures in my wallet
The coins that I find in my pockets when I wash my pants
The lucky days
My fishes in the fishbowl
The grass in my back yard

The completely bliss
The uncountable kilos of salty tears
That weird music that I love that comes out of the speakerphone
All the letters that I have in my drawer
The videos I like to watch every day in my computer

My pair of glasses
This old brown desk
The book where I write the first verses of my songs
All the rainbows that are going to come
The uno cards
The chair where I like to roll, roll, roll

My bloody hands
The pumping heart
Kidney, stomach and brain
Every little eyebrow on my face
My mp3
The floor of my kitchen

You were more than that
You were all I had
Can you tell me now
How I’m going to walk?

You, my crutches