Myself

I am used to be chained to infinite boredom
of love and life
The half of my story
I desired changes, light and freedom
Enclosed in a fragile shell ---

I am afraid
of motion that doesn't make sense
The world of drowing hurricanes
and the world where everyone is lost
Nothing is left wandering through life.

Sometimes
I long for the security of warm hands
Yet I don't know...
what i desire ---

I need to be human
if possible
only to free myself
from myself...