A monologue to an Irish man - act five

Garage

Piling it up our inabilities,
the look of a frozen lake,
no stones to hit the water.
The big ones we know they can break the ice.
Big men, no men at all. It´s a heart lost
in a very cold sea.
Await, minute by minute to catch a glimpse of
what´s lost in beauty.
That´s all that is , an unbelieveble misunderstood beauty.
the shape of the ice, losing the white and becomming tears of blue.
I stay away, have no streets to walk no more.
Im in the closet and I watch you from a far.
The world becomes so weird when I realize people like you exist.
It makes no sense at all my darllng.
Heats are losten in a cold sea.