Waste.

Waste Tonight there is a spare chair in the dining room, an empty wine glass. In a paper plane I send you my love, it crashes to the ground as well as my tears. Come, come, even in dreams and the universe will illuminate the room, also my soul. I divide myself in two, waste of spirit, one suffers, screams, asks for help, the other is happy, it is light, it is God manifesting himself.