}nor afraid

Climbing upside my tiny arm
up to my fingers
the day we had meet
the last time we saw each other.

Getting bites on the hand was my oniric self
While I was dreaming
Would It have fallen down?

Maybe because I don't own enough strength
to grab onto
any wall
I can't really tell.

I know I felt blurry
so I came back to this painless self.

Was it the time It fell asleep?

It, maybe, wasn't that tiny-