one dreams his self while he is his self

one dreams his self while he is his self
vaguelooksfromoutbehindherlashes, i am but a shade.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

for the lack of

I'm sure someone said life's story would be written differently if
one
let oneself go, if
one's interior is seen, fluctuating freely.
Whoever said that made a difference.
I'm rumored to be open, but
my quivering mouth evaded
feeling, mind.
Through my eyes privacy slips.
Would anyone understand
when crying I promised the truth,
It's only that I am
happy, and now there's everything
to fear
, most to lose.
And if this was accepted,
does that mean he, also, is okay
entering without expectation,
staring down at a face that can
easily be either void of mood or
severely dissimilar.

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