Wednesday child..

I am a Wednesday child. Despite everything, he is always on his own. Nobody understands him. No day is not a day. He has always something to do. Early morning, he has alreadysomething to explore. He writes on what he thinks befit to be written. Writing is not a piece of paper or a space to mingle the words. It is very much looking into the mind and exploring the brain. He speaks on it and he walks on it. Sometimes it becomes a frightened self. That is what I am, a Wednesday child.