"Tell me a story

About crawling in air ducts."

You plead.

I smile and instantly comply.

But I can see you

For who you truly are

You hide behind your weirdness

And your words and your smile.

I don't know why yet

Why do you keep every

At a distance when

We're trying to get in?

Why do you shut me out?

And leave me

In the dark?

"Tell me about uni-cycling." I ask.

I heard that you do uni-cycling in you free time.

"Well the bike has only one wheel." You reply.

You're so weird

I can barely

Follow the conversation

I want in to

Your world

Where's the door?