in this isolating night
swallowed by anxiety
my head, shrouded by questions
"does she, also like me?"

the questions, started to grow enormously, filled with such an enormous curiosity
then came, another hundreds of questions

"is this love, or affection?"
blaspheming to the narrow walls,
place where i hang all my hopes and dreams.
oh, the ****** one is me!

"does she know me?
does she also wonder about me?
is she also filled with an enormous curiosity like me?
or, is it just me?
what would she think about when the rain came and dropping the tears of memories?"

oh, how only a creep and a ****** could ask such a questions.