If you dare to take off my mask made of arrogant words, you’ll see that shyness is actually the bubble wrap that covers me. And then you can start popping bubbles and scratching my fragile layers.
If you take this step, be welcome in a labyrinth where nonsense talk, philosophical conversations, dancing in front of the mirror, decorated food, aroma candles, temporary absence from home, late drinking, and books in the bathroom meet.
If you don’t question where I’ve been, why I’m crying or what I’m talking about, then stay.
Be my daydream believer!