to walk, but how to rise I’m learning by myself.
to talk, but to express I’m still not sure I sought the start.
to dress and I believe is harder to expose a nude.
to fear, so now I’m fighting all to overcome.
to listen quietly, that quiet sorrounded me like a tomb.
to be as anyone, where is someone as me I can’t find.
to stay out of dreams at the end of night, the day ones gave me these wings.
do not speak to any stranger, while I’m also one for the others.
…
I’m so a stranger for me too, with these blue wings,
under my dress, my fears, upon my naked body.
I wonder how they work, what they were teached to do…
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