K#4

It was a long time ago,
And most probably they were just trying to help,
But you know,
Everybody has problems
Day or night.
The way he was observing her
It’s about this perpetual question – about what it means to be human
What it is to be late all the time
Or to stay inside,
Do you feel guilty when the weather is nice, to stay inside?
And then this molesting fear to tell the others –
To see only with the corners of your eyes
How far back does it record.
        – Social anxiety means that I have a lot of time on my empty hands.
Journaling only unimportant moments so I do not have to read back anything.
I remember everything.

C.Cott

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