Oh my soul
I accepted I won't talk.
And that my phone will sit back.
But they are standing next to me, shouldn't I start a conversation?
Or, shoud we just stay like that.
I think while I hold my backpack tight in my both hands,
and my feet touch one another.
Just the breathing of us both I hear.
Why is my mind suddenly so clear?
Do they think I am weird for not talking?
My laugh attracts way too many people,
my Humor is coming actoss amusal.
But didn't I chose to not open the door anymore?
So the possibility is driven away?
So I can't even come across by the different events, since the lake I cross is a different way.
Or is it just way too far away?
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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