In the Shadows of this Life
23.06.23
My true self actually likes to remain hidden.
With my written word as my robe, I hide behind the bushels of life. Stalled by life’s social ways; the bountiful chatter and cacophony of sounds. I usually think to myself, I am not actually there, my presence ceases to abound. For I produce no sound. For I get lost in thought, with miniscule observation. My greatest delight is to scan the air as lens that comb through the atmosphere and appreciate all that I see. This is my internal glee, that I sometimes do, so ever selfishly. |