Being alive is probably the scariest thing I ever did
Each action, each though is producing a result
A consequence I have to live through
Every step that I take is taking me somewhere
That is why it is scary here
Maybe
I do not always like all the consequences I produce
I have never felt at home anywhere but in my words
In my mind
When I used to lay on the grass and the sun was stepping on my face
I saw it's shadows, from behind the eyelids
I saw a world I have never been in
Wanted to stay there
Spent a lot of time there
My father says that children are gifts from God
I did not crush his dream and said nothing
But...I do not believe children are gifts from anywhere
Children are consequences
Once entered into this reality called life
The place where all is changing every second, with every breath
They are treated as their caregivers know
As a gift, unexpected but OK
As a punchbag
As a scapegoat
As a dream to be still realized
As a heavy thing to be carried around
As a thing to win over, to use to win others over
As a strange amalgam of living matter
My thoughts are my children
I wish they have a short and magical life
I give them a magical life
I wish they see through pain
And they do
Using their magical minds
Their supernatural insight
And wisdom
My words are my world
What am I going to say next?
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