Evidence of a #poetic life n°38:
I belong where the broken hearted are, where those who lost courage live, where hope fight a long lost battle. I belong where there's been wars but life strive for peace, where the deads still wishper but the youth cries louder. I belong where colors matter most because black was all we used to know. I belong where people suffer, I belong where I don't belong, where I should not be, to whom I should not have met. Here I live and here I learn to be happy, because there are scars in all our eyes and compassion and this desperate will to live despite it all.
I belong to what I crave and I crave for you. For I want to know and understand you as I can only understand myself. I wish I could talk many more languages and ask you, when I meet you, who are you, where do you come from, what did you live? And that you will answer me. But I'll shy away from your story, because it's yours, and what's my right to it?