We talk to ourselves more than we talk to each other
We seek part of ourselves from someone else's remains
We hide most of our being, misrepresent it to each other
We expect relentlessly but never vocalize the thoughts
We walk hand in hand, our fingers somehow repelling each other
We secretly desire to reach each other's mind but can't fathom our own, or rather deny to
We wish to be commemorated and felt fond of by the other because we are too scared to do so
We react to other's demeanour and behave biasedly, however, are we truthful to ourselves?
We live to meet the 'parameters' of life but do we live to our own will?
We say we're fine because it is diplomatically compulsory so the real answer remains unheard
We allow others take over and proclaim because we rather stand away in the shadows from the limelight
We ponder, analyze, frame and express ourselves but the other is all ears in an unreachable land
We use assumptions of could-be/should-be but asking is not plausible
We chose to be oblivious to the voice in our head but it screams louder and louder because we do not
We fear of the truth within us but attempt to be good at gauging others, in vain
About the Creator
Kali
Writing has been an inherent part of me: how I celebrate myself, how I lash out my anger, how I feel sensual, how I check my ego, how I evoke the darkest zest, how I heal, and how I connect to Divine Source.
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