Little red riding hood. (21.02.2018)

I feel like the little red riding hood walking through this immense park,

almost a forest I'd say.

I'm just like the little red riding hood, but I'm not wearing a red hooded cape,

I have a brown hood and a dark red scarf at the most.

I'm just like little red riding hood, but I'm not visiting my grandma,

or taking a shortcut home, or going against my mother's advice.

I'm just like little red riding hood, but I'm not little anymore.

And anything can happen to me anyway, and I'm scared anyway, because I'm a -woman-.

I'm a gown-up, and I'm trying so hard to make a home out of this place, these challenges, these emotions.

But it's so unstable. It feels as if I were building a house at the edge of a cliff and everything is about to crumble, and I can only be watching, standing here, helpless, as all the effort falls into the depths of fear.