In my arms: talking with locals

I enter the big place, crowd of ghosts.

They are live but, I'm not conscious of that.

All it's blurring until I see her. Now I come where I am, what time is it.

My mind now wakes up. Realize that she is talking with a old woman.

Weird. So, they are not ghosts, they are people.

All my time I was not caring about people in the city.

Why should talk with them? Unless it would be necessary.

Maybe by my lost inocense.

She is not like me. Or, I'm not like her.

She won't lose any second. I would prefer in that case,

think to myself. So more, she has the capability to meet

new people. If ever I want, for me it would be so difficult

but for her seemed to be natural.

A pure feeling starts. I can't certainly perceive what is.

Surely, it is not part of me.

Just a simple greeting, we start way to city.