A Loving Bitch

It is very interesting how the mind works, hanging on not only on anything outside, as in a person out there, or a material out there, but also a state, or a personality experienced when I am asleep to what is lurking at the background. There was this instance, or a period of time, where…

Who am I?

When you ask me who am I, and I say, “I am”, I am no longer I but who I am; identified, named and labelled, limited by an image you contort. When I look at you from here; The moment I speak, I no longer speak from where I saw you; but still with constant…