i searched everywherefrom the little shop in the corner of the streetto the big mall in the middle of the citysearching for what was in my mind a special thing that would be the best choicefor this occasiona little something that would say what i wanted to say countless hours

Sitting down in the middle of the bedi look upi look downi look to the rightto the left waking up in the middle of the nightsweating all overi tiptoe to the other roomtrying to make sense of this new “fear” fear that i once thoughthas been conqueredfear that i remembered

a gun shot, a child’s cry and a little laughtera small talk, a big argument and crazy fightstanding patientlyyou watch it with amazementsilently wishing for it to stopyet amazed how stupid everyone can be whenchaos, commotion, violencetake over their sanity words are violencethe more you talkthe more “insane” you becomethe