Feeling on your own, when the only thing you want to do is to growl.
Slippering onto shivering paths, in the deep sound of a weird laugh.
“This world doesn’t look like me” you think with a worried expression “or so it seems”.
“I just feel alone as I face a huge crowd the opposite of me, but you keep on repeating that a hidden minority is scattered around, something you can’t see…”
People like you are anywhere, and they stand still growing out there.
