Pieces  

777dare 63M
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4/10/2005 7:32 pm

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Pieces

I have come to know myself in so many others, just fragments of myself over my few years on earth and each time i meet these fragments of myself they go away shadowed by nightfall, the end of a day, the end of a fragment of life.
Then after having slept and died the sun rises bringing with it another day filled with countless fragments of myself.
It is so hard to understand how and why these things work, i find great love and friendships in each fragment but in spite of this i am still empty in the deepest part of what i acknowledge as being myself.
A long time ago, i used to think of myself as a cup, a cup was made to be filled with something, but, i was wrong i know now that i am just a tunnel by which life passes, leaving fragments of itself on the walls of which i am made, and so i have come to accept that i AM only because of all the fragments of life that passes through this tunnel that is myself


GoddessOfTheDawn 105F
11240 posts
4/11/2005 4:33 am

That is one way of putting it .... and a very nice one .... It made me think of my 'me' poem, which is about looking at the others' images of their 'me'


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