I have a magic terrace, it is at the back of my house.
When I sit there, it is like I am in between two worlds.
One world is filled with giggling girls, that chatter like newly born birds.
The other is solemn and quite, consisting of a single boy, staring at his phone and smoking a joint.
Some nights I find him quite lonely but when I truly listen to the happy conversations. I can feel how empty they are. Forcibly held, unwillingly kept, between girls that steel glances when nobodies watching, at the boy completely content with himself.
How they long and wish they could be, truly and completely free.
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Celestine
Poetry"Don't fear us, don't be scared, we are just the dream inside your head."
