Sunday, July 1, 2018

All those women inside me



There’s a constant presence, an outside body nested firmly where I’m supposed to exist… here, in the calmness of the depth where I’m created. Her world, subtle and unique, tender and soft, romantic in its core, brutally real in the connection with mine. She’s a chunk of my worth, physically attached to my body carried in my making, with every step I take, in every word I make. Even in the blue of my eyes, she’s there… and this lasts for years by now, when most inhales carry her name.



And I’m that fool who fails to think of, but I don’t need to… in parts, I’m her.



That Sheitan:*



Ahhh, all those women inside me!

4 comments:

  1. We all leave parts of ourselves in people we get too attached to.

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    1. I carry a lot of them with me... though, I have a few of my own;)

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  2. The best way to travel through life! With the people we care about inside of us to never feel alone 😁

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    1. ... to travel, to live, to breathe, to dream!

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