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Getting personal has always been, and will be the most difficult thing for me. The mirror always lied, and at times it was difficult to be true even to the man in the mirror.
So secretive, I always was, but it never did any good. All the things you do, come back to you. How hard you try, you just cant stop it.
The more people you interact, the more you know how people think. The more you get personal to people, you understand how you think.
And then you call these people different names. Friend, brother, sister, lover, whatever. One of them made me think. Who am i afraid of?
What can i lose if people know what i do?
If i lose them, am i really losing them?
A little more than 50 years more to live,
What remains when we meet the dust?
SO while it lasts, I would like to be
What one of them said
Open book? maybe. After all, books are useless when closed.
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