I’m sending pictures to you
Because my head is overflowing
The world is full of water
Now televisions fell depressed
They are floating in the stream
Between branches and brambles
I love to swim on the surface
Close to the dead monitors
But when I feel surrounded by them
I grab a limb
Your limb, your arm
You are my only tree dear
You know how much I love trees
You don’t know how much I love you.