I wrote this when I was not me...How does that happen?


I am me when I talk to you, when you talk to me, when I love and am loved. So when did I start losing my way and, in the process, start becoming someone else, some other red blue soul. It was once when I let you go, let myself not feel and care about the green and brown earth, the wide and deep blue sea or the grey blue white cloud filled sky----


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