Lost in appearences , loose my words that so beat against my heart that want to be let out.
Loose myself ,now and then in selecting a costume to reach out to …who?
Question, if it is even worth writing to the calm little fetus who already questions you, pushes you to discover the meaning of life.
“Yes”.. n now the breath calms,
Writing is your action, your step to sanity, clarity,
Your defense against the unspeakable horror of silent fossilisation of self.