The sun goes higher.
I go around in this city, silently loving all the quiet create by the empty streets.
What a beautiful place, I think, what a perfect view, I walk.
When no one is around and I'm just me with myself and only.
I'm just me without a fear in the world.
I walk though a place I want so badly to be part of.
I walk, not fast as I do at the light of the day.
Slow, enjoying myself without any worries.
Slow, even in a freezing morning.
Oh fear, what a cruel job you have.
Making me doubting about my worth all the time.
what a cruel game you play, you dear, the brain I own.
People scare me, so I wake up this early.
And I go around like a fool in this quiet city, finally able to enjoy my freedom.
Oh god, what kind of world would put me to this point?
What kind of people?
But memorizing it's the curse that put me here, avoiding human's kind.
And I find a place to stay when I'm alone.
No trace of human begin around.
And antisocial would be just a word for define such a behave.
Judge me if you want, I did it so many times...
Then I've learn something so important, studying the form my fear has, as a scientist, emotionless trying to love myself enough to make it stop.
Learning to have compassion.
Cradling my body, trying to end a painful feeling I didn't choose to feel.
And I've judge myself enough now, enough for a whole life.
I'm not a coward, out there, breathing cold air I'm sure about that.
So let's immagine a world where this could be the norm.
I smile a little, going ahead with my walk.
A world full of kitties and no place for humans, replacing them.
Streets would be empty and there would be no car going fast, the owner late for work getting pissed.
I would go around without having to worry about much.
My mind would be a peaceful place and no one would be able to get any words of mine.
Spoking to myself.
"It's okay, get ahead"
There would be no trace of any mouse, for sure, and birds would fear to stay on the ground.
Getting eaten doesn't sound fun, and cats find those pretty flying things appetizing.
There would be a lot more fish sales...
I made myself laugh thinking about that, while I walk close to some trees.
Birds fly away, scared of me passing close, as I'm a monster or a sort of.
How sad, this world is your world as it is for me, how could it be that we are so scared of humans begin?
Living always running from them.
And cats would getting scared too, cause they know how full of rage humans can be.
And I know it too, so scared by everyone of my own kind.
A world were I'm scary but always scared.
Where people fight over power, the worth of a living begin it's less then their ego to them.
Where you must eat for don't get eaten.
And I've become nothing more then my genes, fearing to hurt as they taught me to, hurting me.
Wondering what I'll becoming growing here.
Sick of a gray city and a mind filled with other's smokes.
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Author space
I did ✨Bricolage✨ with this text
I've wrote the last part before then I've put it together with another part I've wrote yesterday.
Thank you for reading, ily🌸🐈⬛
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