Our World

There are moments when butterflies become worms,

There are moments when worms become butterflies,

What happen when there is neither worms nor butterflies?

Maybe everything become in an abyss, and we are nothing in the middle of it.

There is when I ask for explanations, but there is no one who explains me what nothing is.

It must be no more than a conflict with myself.

C'mom there's nothing and no one who cares another's conflict;

they sre selfish;

they want to be heard, but they do not want to hear someone else.

They are like that 'cause they think they are the only ones.

You know what? I do not think so, I am pretty sure there is a paralel world beyond this;

They are not either the ones or along, but I'm here alone in my own world.

I'm falling in the daily routine like them, but it is wonderly unpeaceul like sharing it with the them.

It a bit hard to say all of these words, but each one of them are felt.

In my loneliness, there must be more than a God, someone who does something much better than hearing.

"After long time o writting this I understood that everything what I'm looking for is inside me"