Sticks

I climb high
I think I'm God,
but it's a lie
and down I fall.

Materialized dreams

Metamorphosis

I was small and tiny,
It was soft and safe.
I was scared before
freedom took its way.

Innocence

Pure and fine.
So were my lines.

Barless prison

Fear

Love story

Dummies

"People think we don't have feelings"

Hands

I'm shy.

I move slowly.

I'm touching the whole world.