Is there a place in this world for me? Will there be time for me to see? I am afraid. Frightened. Petrified to the core. I am useless and forgotten. In this life is there more? Am I missing the point by looking so hard? I am confused and alone; sad and unknown...to myself.
I stare into the mirror. The reflection is not me. Who is that? Is that what they see? "Who are you?" I ask aloud to the person in the mirror. I am not proud. She is older and different. A stranger is looking back at me. She mimics my movements, but I see no thoughts. When there is no mirror, the thoughts are surrounding me, vivid for all to see. Transparent? Not me.
My body has a mask. Walls built up in a flash. Over the years rebuilt and repaired. Stronger than ever, I do not dare to break through the walls to find out who's there.
Thoughts that come from the perspective of me on everything around me. We are the center of our own universe, and no one can see exactly what we see in the very same way. These thoughts come from Planet April, where everything is questioned.
The window to your soul...Who sees you?
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- Friends say I think too much and over-analyze everything. I like to tell stories, hear stories, anecdotes, and fables.
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