Into My Mind
Why do you want to know me? My body, my soul - my fortress. What do you want to know about me? The reasons why I allow myself to live are foreign. Why do you protrude into the very core of my mind, hoping to find something valuable to call your own? As I wonder about you, mere being, I do not fear you. You are prying me open like a book, to read me, to find out what I am all about. "Why are you so curious about my state?" I ask. "To save, protect you from harm." I think to myself -protect from what-and you read into my thoughts just as you have read my soul. You want to save me from myself, from the emotions that are building inside my temple. So I wonder more...Why me? I am not worthy of this attention. You want to help me, but you are hurting me in the process. You make me feel useless, and so I sink into the solemness of my mind, wishing you would leave...and then, reading my thoughts... You are gone. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 07:15 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Why do you want to know me?..."