I have changed at every moment.
I always feel like a stranger
I am a completely blank slate, nobody and somebody at the same time.
I have never seen or found myself.
I am my own landscape.
I watch myself journey-various, mobile and alone
Here where I am, I can't feel myself.
That's why I read as a stranger.
My being as it were pages.
Not knowing what will come and forgetting what is passed...
Rereading I wonder
was that even me?
(edited from the internet)
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