Solitary Confinement

How does it feel
to be you?
To walk, talk, smile
just like you do.



But on a day when snow covered earth
Covered the light, covered the day;
During a dark night
Just like they came, they all went away…

The “I don’t care” disease

I wonder how it started, all this thing, all this negligence. I wonder how was the sky at that time, was it bright? Was it cloudy? Was it raining or was it snowing? At that time, when the first teenager woke up and decided he should “not care”, when he decided that he should not…