I lost my friend. Sometime back. Yes, I did.
There was no noise. It all happened silently. Few bruises to my ego though. But
I hid them. Under a stone. On top of a mountain.
The pain was liquid. I gulped it. No burps. Not even a whisper.
The pain was liquid. I gulped it. No burps. Not even a whisper.
She came back once. Knocking at my door. But it
was not me who was intended, I never was. Some neighbor. For some pursuits, maybe
personal, maybe, who cares what. She never glorified, neither did I reify.
I may seem apprehended, now. But I’m not. Yes. Indeed.
No, I’m not.
I think it’s the fault of that owl. No. I don’t
know.
All I feel is nothing. If that so, then what is this all about? I think I do feel a thing. Nothingness has only bubbled up inside. And it has now become something.
Then why am I so full of myself?
I think I should question. Yes. That me. Myself.
Then why am I so full of myself?
I think I should question. Yes. That me. Myself.
" Warum? "
All I now hear is innocence. Think I should keep it English.
“Friend”
…
Standing strong
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