I stand here surrounded by sheep and wolves all dressed up pretending to care for each other and pretending to not be prey and predators. I think I am being prejudicious only because I don’t know what I’m thinking myself. I came here, invited as the rest of the sheep for our good work being a herd but I didn’t come because my herd was walking. I came here to see it for myself. See how she was. For me she wasn’t a sheep or a wolf. She was a shepherd that guided my life and loved me as part of hers. I don’t even know but I did feel that way. I might be angry but I’m not completely sure if that is what it is. I could see her dancing while I was in my corner, hiding. I was trying to not be noticed because I have moved on. We have nothing left together. Maybe I hoped for some kind of greeting or to at least have her see me. Let her know I’m doing fine too. It’s not crazy to want that I hope. But she was with someone else and I was here hoping the night would go easy on me because I don’t know how strong I am. While thinking and observing an elegant lady approached me. Asked me why I was crying. I woke up from my dream and told her “Because I’m happy” as I pointed my him towards her. She apologized as if she had anything to apologize for and I did what I thought could have been the best decision I have made in years. I told her “I apologize but I will go outside to breath, I think I am experiencing mixed feelings.” I didn't go for a walk or to breath, I left. Maybe it was time to wake up and not be a sheep anymore and to not look for a shepherd. I don’t think I’m a writer but I do enjoy having a spontaneous moment to write something I think with the hopes that one day I become a good writer and can come back to these ideas
