The corner

And maybe it's there, in that corner, my place. Maybe it's there, in that dark spot, with a few cobwebs woven by the spiders of loneliness. The same ones that, like me, have always been hated by society. Well, now that I'm here, in that corner, my thought doesn't change. Because I still think that, that corner, is far better than the square of illusion where you all live.