
i'm still looking for
..what "me." really is..
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i've crouched down and drawn in water and
i've written on steamed glass..
even though the letters allow me to see through,
they slowly fade after awhile..
leaving the outline, covering my sight.
and i start to wonder where is my smile,
the production, process, and outcome of it.
i try and risk putting my hand out on a moving vehicle,
wanting to draw what i feel,
and express it outloud in neon colours..
for all the world to see.
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but i can't really do that yet,
..if i don't know what is "me."