My thoughts become intrusive to my personal space and recline in the soft structure of my reality just like the welcomed visitor who does not realize the moment they have become unwelcome. My compulsive tendency to react through emotions I’d rather not visit and of which language I do not comprehend leave me with doubt.

This lack of communication between myself and myself is the precise matter that until it is seen or measured remains unknown. So that I am to myself in these days unknown and perhaps I shall remain this way as I never met myself from the time I was perceived.


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