I can only be myself.
Behind that hidden gaze I can only see mine, my curved shoulders, my shirt, too wide.
I can't forget those days, my hands resting on a rough wall, sadness exploding into endless happiness.
Always.
A true wind brushes my hair, fate, arm in arm like a shadow to which I confess my fears and desires.
"The ability to shed light in dark corners" in the eyes and in the heart.
