i.
I hear their faint footsteps
and soft voices
and i wonder why i am
sitting inside this cubicle,
allowing myself to rot in
all possible way;
why am i here?
is that your quest?
i am here because i am afraid
of judgement,
of people being aware of my
useless existence
and judgement,
more judgement;
and i come to wonder,
why did God create humans
like they are bound to cause
the downfall of one another?
oh, such curious minds
such scared hearts
