I’ve always been blind to boundaries.
When I was a child, I was never afraid
of where I was heading
“what I can’t see does not exist!”
; it carried me far.
Now that I’m grown,
I barely talk, can hardly walk.
I still can’t see —but I can feel.
All of this shame, where is the rail?
All of these rules, where do they lead?
Now all I do —is hide and hide.
Maybe they’ll think
what they don’t see, doesn’t exist.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
I’ve always been blind to boundaries.
When I was a child, I was never afraid
of where I was heading
“what I can’t see does not exist!”
; it carried me far.
Now that I’m grown,
I barely talk, can hardly walk.
I still can’t see —but I can feel.
All of this shame, where is the rail?
All of these rules, where do they lead?
Now all I do —is hide and hide.
Maybe they’ll think
what they don’t see, doesn’t exist.
