silent, write what I will dictate to you, without paper or pen, narrow-mindedness, dull feeling, delinquent in loneliness, lacking confidence in those around me, deviating from connection Terrified of responsibility towards any person or object, no exception for plants, lazy, hopeless, with positivity, much narrower than those who try to read me despite my passion for reading others. I am for myself at the time of my sadness and my joy, I am always for myself. I am enough for myself, and what I