(smallest and most useless of all my writings… really not for you to read)
All my fears, Writing them on thin papers.
Guilt and mistakes and confessions.
Throwing them in water so the ink melts.
Tearing them so small that no two letters end up on the same piece.
Fear to be seen.
Or may be too much courage.
For today I don’t have the courage to write to tear and melt and throw away.
I don’t have courage to talk to myself.
And I have no courage to think to myself.
They look at me from inside.
All my fears.