quarta-feira, 25 de junho de 2014

[#161] a little poem about braveness.

- Are you ok?
- Yes.
- Can I sit here
Or you rather be
Alone?
No answer.
The couch
Cold from the breeze
Gets warmer
A little bit.
- Why did you come here?
- I keep asking that to myself...
The whole time...
Silence.
Breath sounded amplified
-But in other words
Of course.
"Why am I a coward
Like this?"
- You're very brave
- I have no fear to runaway
Which means
A coward anyway.

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