Indie Scribe Magazine April 2014 | Page 51

I was called mad today.

I laughed,

then walked away.

They saw me ignoring them

so they took my indifference

for ignorance,

and this made me laugh,

again!

But nevertheless,

I won’t stop

no, I’ll look for someone else,

someone who can see colors

in this world

where almost everyone,

is deprived of them.

Daltonists,

every single one of them,

and i’m supposed to be the mad one,

I?

The one who falls in love

with a meteorite shower

I?

The one who weeps

over a dead plant!

Well, that sounded insane

but at least I’m laughing

I’m madly laughing,

again!