It was like a dream.
I was surrounded by people.
No, they were more like shadows
Than actual persons.
I was lying in bed and couldn’t move.
They were sitting in chairs
And they looked at me.
They just gave me an inexplicable stare.
It was like they pitied me
And the kind of state I was in.
They said that they were gloomy
Because I was trapped in my skin.
They said I’ll be free someday,
One day I will fly.
That’s when I woke up, surrounded by chairs
And I had tears streaming down my eyes.
My Camena 