I hate it when I see myself!
You are asleep, so quiet and peaceful. What was your name? I can’t remember. I knew who you were, once, only once. I see you, but at the same time you obliviate me. I am still invisible to you. I won’t share this in your face or on your face or any other face for that matter…in fact you will never find me. It’s ok I think…you don’t remember me. I’m tired, I think I will go to sleep now. I will take off my clothes, be naked and dream, that’s ok, you won’t remember!
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