I am too fragile to let people penetrate into my inner world
I am too fragile to let people penetrate into my inner world,
Too shy to complain about something, to express my dissatisfaction,
So sensitive that their words become burdens heavy to carry,
Too emotional to handle the turmoil that haunts my heart.
I am chaos, a strange one, always known as being unknown,
Silence and time spent alone are often my refuges,
Thus, my story becomes hidden, an untold and forgotten tale,
Yes, I am often misunderstood, as if I stay in my comfort zone.
But, honestly, it's not a comfort zone, but rather my own universe,
A place where I find myself, where I weigh my thoughts and dreams,
A sanctuary of silence where I can clearly hear my heartbeats,
An esoteric refuge where light and shadow dance in harmony.
Here, where reality and imagination intertwine in silence,
I build my world from dreams and unspoken desires,
A place where time loses its meaning and I can truly be myself,
Living in my own world, a story of unspoken words.
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Dan Enache
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