Warm hugs and yet I feel soakedNothing thrillsLike I’m sleeping; never awokeRemorsing about my past or always too aliveWhat am I afraid ofThe people? Or me being naïve?I smile, I laugh, I rejoice with every affectionBut wont’ let you inI have a fort of protectionAn eccentric feeling no song can describeTricking myself talk, feels likeContinue reading “Emotional Anastasia”