The world.

It has strange ways of telling.

It hits us when we are not expecting.

It stabs us, before we are aware

of its laugh, of its dead stare.

When its word on our brain is ingraved,

only then the lesson is made.

I don't judge it yet.

For making these scars I got

Even through misery and pain,

its lessons are well tought.

The one, that I'm thankful the most

is the one I still hate to remember

At my grandparents' house,

it was the late of September.

I was waiting for mother to get ready,

we were just about to leave.

I looked down the hall, sight steady.

His feet I saw, peeking through doors.

I couldn't move my sight,

when they moved up slowly.

I didn't move, I didn't left a sigh

when his feet became paralell to the ground.

My heart jumps with heavily and dull sound.

Still I stay frozen in place.

Mother screams calling to her father,

while granny is right behind her.

Mother's voice awaken me in second, and I find myself in the same room.

Granpa's body is shaking, his eyes are vitreus.

But then trembeling stops, and he stands up.

That he is fine, he convinces us

But he talks to me, looking only at my eyes

So worried, so hurt

"Hey...I am fine, you know that?"

shame on his face burnt.

He didn't know then, as he never will,

the reason why I was so quiet,

was for not to burst into tears.

Even if he felt sorrow through those huggs

he would think it is because he almost died on my eyes.

But the reason why, I was in such a shock

was because I just looked at his socks

I didn't call help, nor did I ran to catch

I just stared, watching his body wrench

World was though,

but I learned this lesson quickly:

Never will I watch the danger, waiting it

to hit me;

Never will I loose someone just because

I'm schoked;

Never will I freeze

by my feeling being soaked.

to think, to move, to act, and to help.