Neverland

I opened this page to say the things I keep inside.

I opened this page to whisper secrets and thoughts in the immense unknown sea of other people's souls.

I think I did it only to find myself somehow at the center of myself and instead I found myself shipwrecked in the merciless heart of your cruelty.

I could have saved myself, but I drowned.

If you look for me, you can find me on the shores of my words, clinging to the center of the cyclone of my own anxieties, there is no map or compass: it is a distracted route, an unusual route, on the edge of the imaginary.

I didn't run away, I just chose to leave for Neverland.

[©Yelena b.]

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