I wont be poetic today. I am not allowed to use aby social media nor take photos, or whistle like birds. The real me is buried very deep.
The photo above? Those are just books. I have never been to church in decades. You call them churh. I call them, Santuary (maybe). Am basically just hiding.
I am not allowed to write anymore. I am not allowed to share it with anyone. So this whatever this Hive Community is, this will be my temporary sanctuary. I move a lot. Thats why they call me _______( I don't know how to translate it in English). English isn't my first language because I speak a lot of languages and it put me in danger. Who am I? I don't know.
It's funny that they call me crazy because I have a different language. They judge for who I am? ẞrīvâ!!! Qûë! Ømbrâ!
I can't even find my language in Google translotor! Yea, thats why they call me crazy. I wish my grandpa will wake up from his grave and find out friends for me. And they will tell these people thaf I am jot crazy like they think I am.
They can't even go in this website and I know Binary more than these people!!!!
ẞrïvâ!
Have to go now. Before they catch me again!
-Aby
