‘You’re a workaholic, aren’t you?’, she says.
‘What do you run from?’, she continues.
‘What do you mean?’
I ask, but I know what she was trying to say.
‘Some people try to find a shelter in work, preventing themselves to think about the things that don’t go very well in their lives’, she tries to explain.
‘Nah, I’m not like that!’, I smile, ‘I search for a shelter in my dreams.’
sheets of paper
all around the room