is this me? without fire without temptations empty but solid me? is this me? the writer (with no intention) or a dead automaton this feels like my soul died if i was my ambitions & achievement my desires my mind constructs do i love my family? my work? myself? i don’t know but i know to write and that the meaning of this writing is to check from the other side so no, never this is not me i am not the emptiness i am not this oh so very subtly troublesome where am I? there I was in your smile never there always with you oh my mind, body just shut up i miss you wondering how can I miss something that’s within me and now i am writing trash my que to leave this too for everything leaves change the only truth but you never know when and that’s why being with it is flirting you don’t know what’s is the next word you let yourself slide in the emotion naah you pull yourself into the depths of the moment away from the mind yet with it slipping, dipping, flipping and expericing the next word, action, event, love as an observer a voyeur? no for a voyeur needs someone else and this is just you & me oh my sweet lime even this duality is the silly slip am I writing because I like to write or because I don’t want to sleep? it’s time to stop flirting and pay the price? not just flirting, but even compounding has its effects not knowing & knowing both bring gifts and that’s the beauty of life you have to experince balance it all that which is thrown in your shade. dreams, desires, righteous missions people, relationships & painful separations you don’t know if the sun will rise tommorrow but if it does you know what to do right?
The sea vexed me & that's why it became swollen and came down for me…