Why do they look at me so insistently. I am what I am. I am what I want. Shit. When arrows of other’s look crashes deeply into your being, it hurts. Their pupil must be pretty taut to fire so hardly.
I don’t want to hide from the others. I don’t want to show off. But if I want to live, to go out, to walk, to move, I have to cross that human jungle and its conformity’s ocean.
Sometimes, I tell myself that the most beautiful meeting I could experience is a wall. A wall is never here without a reason. He has his own function. He assumes. He never meddle in the life of the people who walk past him.
Yeah.
A wall.
Even if my difference comes close to him, he doesn’t turn away. He faces. A wall is an amazing guy. He tells much more things than we think, finally. He doesn’t search to crush you without any reason.
Ok, it’s decided. I’ll look for a wall’s look. Sure that he will get some arrows for me. In solidarity. He will bear easely.
I need a friendly look.
Come on, my difference, let’s go for a walk.