I’m not stranger, not odd, I’m what you’d call weird, it has always happened like that and that fine for me, I’m not silent, I’m almost invisible, even not being at all, I’m like a shadow, of me, of what I’d like to talk but lost it for a second of delay, of what I intend to be, and that’s the problem, that what I can’t take anymore.

There’s more in me than I can show, and people can only know you for what’s shown, that’s why I’m a shadow, that’s why I’m afraid I think and that’s why I don’t talk, not about everything, not with everyone, and maybe I could give a lot of reasons, excuses, but none of them can’t change me reality right now, I must talk, I have to…