When someone reaches into my cocoon,
with love and laughter, I move away.
When someone lights a smile-
in my direction, I truly move away.
I will not believe wholly,
since my self-cocoon has tough walls.
Words are my world, books and music,
and midnight wandering around my home.
Introspective at stars;
I, yet, don’t dare to look at people.
Will this ever change?
How can I be, failing to trust my own kind?? …