Christmas early

FaHmi ReHsimi reHsiremi ReHsimii reHsi....


As if I didn'tknow how to speak

My thoughts are though spoken

How many voices shouting abuse at each other

None of them is me

For I am an illusion of my senses and "we" are all each other/one/whole/etc

Who am I if I see all those flaws in you, me who have the exact same in myself?
Reflect afterwards the hurt(ed) reproach of you who did not know yourself
in me

Why am I this way around you I wonder?

Friendship is safe and nurturing.

More isn't.

With me, anyway.
What am I running away from in myself?

The fear of happiness, or worse

The fear to LOVE?


Neammoins

Je m'arrete ici.