I am that kind of person
Who can stare at a picture and be mesmerized
And perfectly happy, without sunshine, without music
even without air, perhaps.
I am that kind of person
who will listen to a foreign language
and try to decipher it within the first sentence
and -not any more- be afraid of making mistakes.
I am that kind of person
who is thrown into misery
for one misplaced second
or a slightly cross glance
from someone I haven’t seen before.
I am that kind of person
who will relish in her own fragility
but stand back up on her tough old bones
every single time.

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