I’m alone. I don’t know if I like it but it’s safe. No one is asking me. No one is hurting me. No one is leaving me.
I don’t have to leave the house and I don’t have to be with this strangers outside. This is the place where I am not afraid.
I decided to live like this and it’s the easiest way to be who I am.
But sometimes I still wish I could live an other life. More colorful. More exiting.
But how? I feel like the bird without wings. I should but I can’t fly.