i have tendencies of
simply disappearing.
if i don’t want to be seen
by you, i will make that happen.
sometimes, i feel like
i’m just a facade.
you see me online…
you read my writing…
but you still don’t get
all of me.
there are pieces of myself
i have yet to discover.
there are pieces of myself
that i will take to my grave.
i find the human mind
very fascinating,
deep like the ocean.
never – ending.