"The dress fits perfectly", he said
as he carefully caresses the gown
with his hands.
and I replied,"seriously".
and when I started to feel like I fit in life , it dawned on me that my dream in what life seems to be is a chimera
what I want in life is what life spits back at me.
'am I human', I ask myself,
"NO",
a faint whisper
suckled my earlobes,
What they call perfection
is what i call love,
a faint call of worry passes by and and call it
seeking to know...