Risky Business

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  No Houses


Metaphorical piece about how we happen to feel toward ourselves, and someone else, every now and then. Don't feel alone.


I live alone,

yet I have no privacy,

from myself.

No one to detract me, 

away from my actions.

No one to keep my thoughts;

company.

I live alone,

I have no one to look at me,

being myself.

No one to distract me,

toward the ideas,

of no one else;

unaccompanied.

I live,

freely chained up,

by the world I have created,

for myself to live in;

alone.

As one.

 

We live together,

unconcerned,

no where to hide.

We share ourselves,

inspired by the other,

knowing which one

is on our side.

We keep each others secrets,

we hold true the others intimate moments,

thoughts,

ideas,

vulnerable identities.

We protect ourselves,

one another,

never looking wrongfully,

upon each other.

We make jokes,

knowing when the other will laugh,

we get serious,

understanding how all moments soon shall pass,

We fight,

then forgive,

kiss and make-up.

We do not hide,

from ourselves,

or the other.

We live;

together.

As one.

 

 


Submitted: May 04, 2018

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hullabaloo22

There's never any way of getting away from oneself, is there, Doc, alone or with another. Great!

Fri, May 4th, 2018 8:18pm

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Indeed ! Thank you Hully !

Mon, May 7th, 2018 8:49am

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