Things I carry with Me

One night I was looking straight at the stars, while I was lying down in the balcony. They are quiet; it is weird because they always tend to talk to me. The moon looks at me, but she does not say anything. What is happening? Am I not interesting to them anymore? I dislike this situation; I want to talk to them, I want them to be my secret-holders. I hear noises close to where …

…if something does not go with me is jealousy because that is what makes my life complicated. To see the world and start thinking too much, that is not how life is. Life is being sure, without worries of anything, such as for example to see the stars and do not feel jealous of anything and anyone, just live my life being sure of myself, without thinking in this verb "to take away from me."