I stand by a door and look around.
I stand there and think.
I stand there and stare.
I look at the mess that is there.
I look at not finished pictures.
I look at a cat, which sleeps on the bed.
I think about life, what has brought it.
I think about me, what I become.
I think about my thoughts, which dance in my head.
I stare at pictures on the wall.
I just stare.
Then something blows my mind.
That thought I had it before.
That I wanted more.
That I want to grow.
Became what I want.
I want to be me.
I need to see the sky, feel the wind and reach to the sun.
I need to show my kindness and feel the same.
I need to be loved, hugged and kissed.
I want so much and sometimes I can’t get it.
I want to do so much and sometimes I can’t do it.
I want back myself. I want me.