She realised she can't be a witch,
so she went outside her house
to the nighbourhood where all her friends would play.
she wet herself.

They were making music
in a way that reflects their knowlege
the only thing they know how
and they were good.

She hesitated to open up to strangers
she would focus on herself
until one day she had enough
and made herself suck on a stranger.

They knew their way in ups and downs
but they never expected anything
they did love
their way out.

She feels her days running out
to tear her tissue paper world
she does not love
she lives.

They are blind
She is strong

neither of them really belongs.

*

And that's what has been on my mind these days,
that, and other petty things
like my work
my creation
my food.
None of these seem satisfactory to me lately
and like the place I work in,
the creations I (don't) create,
and the place I swallow my tough lunch,
it's all strange and foreign to me..
Like my reality
like her and them,
they don't really belong here.