I want to know about your origins. The origin of everything that makes up your fragmentary composition. Do you also sit in the mornings and wonder about the smell of fresh adventures? And if your coffee will taste the same as your sunset talk in other languages and people that fascinatingly reveal themselves to each other; I want break you open like a wave that crashes without hesitation and dissolves until the two points become indistinguishable one. Do you also wonder about the color of the sea within me, about the forests that are waiting for you to climb through their treetops that live like a child without limits. I wonder about you ... do you wonder about me too?