Dear Vodka Ice

I just had two,
(snickers) And I started walking phonetics,
And there was a sun setting,
The breeze bit into my skin.

I quietly stuck my hands inside my sweater,
(shivers) Slowly,I can see some branches, reaching the hills,
The sun bids goodnight,
And the moon, softly, was cradled by the branches.

I lit up my cigarette,
(laughter) I don't even know how to smoke,
And here I am,
Starting a fire.

It made me wonder,
(sigh) How the trunk's branches,
Made something silky,
And ignites a flame.

I have never gone near,
(eyes shut) Before to light up a fire,
Because I was afraid,
I'd destroy everything.

I have to let go, but hold on a few,
(laughs shortly) Because the branches reach out,further,
Digging deeper into the fine soil,
And it made silk,silkier than ever.

It seems that the night heard different cries of sound,
(sighing deeply) With eyes closed, the mind draws the circles,
Going round, sometimes,to the north and,
All the way to the south.

I have to say,
(sleepily) I don't need to smoke,
To warm my lips, my face and myself,
I just almost drown my thoughts...

And the waves, almost made me forget my name.