Shelter

I'd like to close myself inside a basement, hide from the rest of the world and everyday rush that's ignoring the feelings inside. I'd like to carve something out of wood, to sing, to dance, to be understood. Yes, that's it – to be understood. Being understood is rare, not taken for granted. People like to say that they understand. Sometimes they do indeed, at least regarding the things they can see. Sometimes they don't – it's hard to understand someone mute without a paper and effort. But when you get a suspicion that somebody actually understands, you might also get the gift of understanding yourself. Maybe only then you gaze deeper into others. Could you imagine? That last bit that's been missing and now- ... I'd like to close myself inside a basement ...and hide.