When I look at " me ", what do I see ?Is the reflection made flesh of my inner self?
My face, with its mouth, its nose, its eyes, its hair..
Im not it.
Im what lies within the face, what it expresses, what it communicates, what it makes feel.
Im that nothing lying beside the flesh face.
Experiences, sadnesses, joys, friends, lovers, goodbyes, welcomes, endings, beginnings, thoughts, feelings, words, actions, movements, fears, talents, loved things and hated things.
When will I be back, I know this is just material.
When will I be back, I had a nightmare, I killed people, but I was innocent.
When will I be back, I know the unknown of death, the place where no place exists is waiting.
When will I be back, unite once again with the one.
United once again to the source from where one day I decided to leave.
Why did I such a movement?
Wistle my friend, wistle to the sound of eternity.
Because even if you cannot see me, Ill be there.