I have been equally as likely to believe that what I consider My Self is stable & singular / is chaotic & multifarious.
Who I am to others, however, seems like it can only be Manifold.
When I was younger, this idea scared me, made me feel permanently vulnerable to new perceptions of me.
Now the idea of never fully knowing my self (as if I am not my person) holds my head under waves of envy.
I froth at the mouth when I think of this becoming reality.
I froth at the mouth when I think of this becoming reality.
From someone else, I expect anything; and yet, from my own self I literally awake with 'pre-set' limitations.
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| Y.E. Torres |
Now to erase the outline I drew around the box I built!


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