I have grown physically...
But my psyche is still in adolescence...
Like a boy doing his homeworks...
Like a kid not mature enough to think responsibilities...
Like a child always afraid of physical relations...
His psychological growth has been arrested....
He fell into a pool of water that reflected the beauty of Narcissus...
Being alone means independence...
Being away means resistance...
Being close means weakness...
My age is counted on my soul
its infinite...its eternal and ethereal...
