Everyday poison

They escape from the dreams, from a walk in the forest or the city. They escape from becoming angry at home, from strangers on the train or the supermarket. They escape and come close to me. Sometimes with shyness. Sometimes like a leaf in the wind trying to fly away too quickly. Sometimes they climb my back and grab under my skin.

I let them settle in some corner of my conscience. I listen to them. Not always. They deserve my attention but must learn what their position is. They try to buy the weak ones. Not always successfully. They team up and fight together in a war that has not been declared. I pretend that they don´t leave scars.

Just some of them play with my fingers. Just some of them cross the border and turn into a pile of words. Just some of them reach the lips.