Wednesday, July 3, 2013


The self is a beautiful thing
You cannot confide depression or spiritual insight
In another being
But the self aches with you and listens
He or she,
They cannot feel your soul move in thought
He or she
Is preoccupied with his or her own musings
But not the self
The self bears any weight you bear
And so I find more comfort in solitude
Than ever with other selves.

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