Growing up, I never really understood what my friends were talking about when they were infatuated, or why they acted so silly. What can I say, I get it now :P
This one talks about one of my great fears, the reason I like to keep moving. Staying in one place binds you to being one person, stems your growth. You will always be the you those closest to you expect you to be. But what if that version of you is gone? And alternatively, who are you when the people who's perception you are reflecting leave?
My reflection fading
The outline of my face
Blurring, the person
Behind the eyes no longer in place
Like a haze forming
Between the me I am
And the me you see
My image so dependent
On your image of me.
I leave this incomplete because I'm not sure how it should end.. who will leave and how will the image change as a result?
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