Alan R


I was reading

And it felt like I was

Being read, accurately

One of those books

One of of those people 

Paraphrase, me to me

To talk to myself, in detail

When you speak 

Through me like this

At one point

We don't know for sure

Who narrates 

And who listens

Who's story is being told

The voices

I don't need a catharsis from


and you.





  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2024 00:08
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 7
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  • Lorenz

    Books are the bane of humanity !

  • Alan R

    🙂 And people could be too

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