I've turned into stone because I've waited and waited and waited endlessly for you to start thinking just a tiny fragment of a second about me and I just sat on my couch and my feet started to stiffen toe by toe, then my left foot then my right foot. My shins also and then my knees and my hips and my abdomen and chest then my shoulders arms and forearms, hands and every finger turned to stone. My neck and head and face in the last place. My hair evaporated into nothing and I'm here, waiting for a message from you, I'm waiting for you to start thinking about me, if that's possible, please and thank you. That'd be so helpful because I can become flesh and bone again... just with a simple and kind pseudo action that is thinking a second about me. Also, my thoughts will change, because I only can think about you and only you, I can't think of anything else and it's sad and disturbing and confusing because I had other thoughts before you... or at least that's what I think... time passes by and everything turns so uncertain, reality shifts into your face and your beautiful mouth with your upper lip shaped like a wide M meeting an uppercase I that is your lower lip. Your chin, oh your chin, so beautifully and delicately carved like a super precious marble. We go up where your chin finds your ears, so tiny, so well shaped, I could touch them forever but... what draws my full atention are your eyes, those eyes with a deep blue colour colliding with their almond shape being scorted by some eyelashes so long that I can feel them moving air to my face. Those same eyes that melts with the bridge of the most gorgeous and delicate nose I have ever seen in my entire life, a life that now belongs to you, and never knew a day before your existence. I was born thanks to you, I now have a meaning, it's a confusing one but something is something. It's an eternal meaning, full of shadows, full of dizzines and stomach aches and a mind going 5000 rpm. It's a meaning, it's all that I deserve. Thanks to your mere existence.