it is sad to enter
a house where you are
not welcome,
when they are all there
happy and yet no one
bothers about
you.
it is happiness to take
the stairs, bring that heavy
silence with you and
and break it with the trees.
it is bliss when you stroll
alone, even when it rains, when
you finally tell yourself
"i am different" and then you
feast on this newfound solitude
as you begin to dance again
just you the moon and your shadow
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