Somewhere between sane and insane dwells the lonely poet's soul.

That we are no boys nor girls.
Neither male or female.
Don't fit in the system.
That we are non-binary.
Doesn't make us any less real.
We are just genderqueer.
Don't forget about us.
We excist.
We are just non-binary.
Genderqueer.
Gender fluid.
Agender.
Transgender.
Multigender.
Genderbi.
We are still humans.
We just have a non-binary gender.
That is all.

I told you that you were like the stars and the moon to me.
That you were the sun lighting my day.
I told you that I loved you.
And all you said was...
The sun is a star
Your voice flat.



Then a smile broke trough on your face.
I love you too.
Was what you said.
You told me you could see the stars in my eyes.


From then on the night sky was a symbol of our love.
And the sun stood for our friendship.
Our undying love, passion and friendship.

Thank you my love.
My moon.
My stars.
My sun.

when I fall will you be there to catch me?* I asked.
yes was your reply.
-sorry- not yours.
I mistook the floors reply for yours.
You only laughed.
No, seeing you falling is much more fun you said.
From then on the floor and I were closer than you and me.

Not a girl nor a boy but still a person.

Am I the only one who wonders,
what ants do all the time?
When they walk seemingly without a pattern,
do they know where they are going?
What do ants think of us, do we scare them,
or are we not importand enough to care about?
How do they communicate?
Can they be sad?
I keep thinking about the ants?
Do they ever think like this, about the flies? Or spiders, or butterflies?
Who will ever know...

Even if I lived a thousand years I would not find the words to describe the beauty of a kind and happy smile.