I hide myself. Bits and pieces of myself, in places that keep me safe. Little boxes inside my developing soul.
From my safe places my eyes are always looking through little gaps, little gaps I've created there, looking for amusement, looking for new emotions, various excitement terms. My eyes are always searching to peep into a new garden, to explore new avenues, to gaze into someone eyes.
From my safe place, my deconstructed soul is awaiting, for a moment of pure insanity.
To free myself into the vast world of the regular people.
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Malu (Pseudonym) (
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I agree with you.
I am abnormal myself,
will I ever be a regular person again?
I messed up my last reply to you.
sorry. hoping for better times.
No worries. To tell you the true, I have short memory.
may the good times be with us all.
Yeessss
I think it was Teresa of Avila that wrote about the castle of her soul and its many rooms. In the centermost room there lived her lover. St. Teresa was a mystic - famous for her moments of public ecstasy when she found union with the lover in her soul. Your poem reminds me of her writing in the way you speak about 'little boxes'.
Thanks for introduce me to St. Teresa. I will research about her. So romantic the way you put it. I have many lovers. Should create a complete hotel inside my soul, to accommodate all of them. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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