while I’m sitting on the bed I typed and then delete all of the words over and over again. I want to talk about something pure, a pure love in my perspective. But I couldn't, I’m too scared. I can't speak, my voice has been shut, I'm not allowed to talked about love. Under the shadows, in here in that eyes, love is something you should never discuss, you should never show. The question is, why I’m still here. I would respond, because hope. This hope, holds my feet. Even my subconscious knows better, it is something that came out of the ground a brown-black roots looking caught my feet, I’m here standing under those shadows, trapped in the darkness that stopped me to fly.