Can I Define me?
Can I understand why is that when I see the moon, I feel my soul?
Why am I excited about all things “love”?
Can I Understand why is that my being feels something when my foot touches the soil?
I am made of layers, complex simple elements.
I am unique in the way my nose is placed
To feel real.,
what if that’s my basic need for existence?
To be understood...
What if I want to reach out and make everyone I come across feel this?
What if I want to lend a hand, an ear, a peek inside my soul, a tiny piece of my heart just to tell you that you are “you are real”
It can be you.