This, I write about myself and others.

When I was young, I did not speak
And it was not for lack of language– I had my own.
I touched, deep within my heart
every face my eyes dared see.

But oh… how they haunted me!

Eyes like knives.
Mouths like storms.
Feet that did not move.
Shadows like great dead trees.
People were like this to me.

I spoke to gods.
To titans, and demons.
Angels and djinn.
At every moment, what would happen?!
Dare I speak… ?

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No”, again.

And “No. Not today.”

Now, I am a man.
Beings of lore are long unmasked
I speak easily to mankind.

Relaxed? Am I?
Even now: No.
Eyes like knives.
Words like storms.
Feet that move like the wind!
A presence like a glaring sun.
This is how I am, to some.

They speak to a “god”.
To “titan” and “demon”.
“Angel” and “djinn”.
And every moment, what will happen?

Dare they speak to me?

No.

But I insist:
“Yes. Today!”

“Shy” – By Ren