He has got enough love for all confused people .. and for all sad people ..
People are around him in rows ..
People seem like numerous arms that need a hug .. I took my place , awaiting my turn .. And I approached when he called my name ..
I needed a smile .. a hug .. some sympathy .. some care and love ..
My soul returned clear ..
And when I went out .. my heart was inside my hand ..
I was afraid of showing it to the world; the world might share all its malevolence with me ..
When I went back home .. my heart didn't agree to enter my soul ..
My soul was the widest sky and the narrowest alley -at the same time- ..
From then on .. my heart has been in my hand ..
I'm afraid of showing it to the world, the world might share all its malevolence with me ..
And I'm afraid of being satisfied with it while my soul is eager to it ..
.... He has got enough love for all sad people .. except me ..
