InsectMy words are like insects trying to fly out of a closed window.Again and again, numerous of times,they crash into the transparent wall.In the harsh reality of our worldthey aren't meant to reach the earthat belongs to the personsitting across from me. The words fall exhausted down on the table.Shaking, twisting their legs, trying to crawl towardsthe hand that now belongs to a stranger.
StayStay just a little.Let the world see you."I'm fine."you say."No you're not."replies the world.Share your thoughts with me.Show me the wordsthat you're afraid of.Let me pick you up from the shattered piecesof your everything.Don't hide.Stay a bit longer.