I wonder how often people are more of a projection than a reality?
I imagine who you are, create visions of you, and fall in love with that.
Not a bad thing, but for love to last it must be based on reality.
You are not who I think you are, but who you think you are. I want to learn to see that.
It terrifies me when I realize the reverse is true.
What a responsibility I am. My feelings, my actions, my thoughts, are all as important as the shirt I put on, or the pounds I take off. I can hide from anyone, even myself, for a while, but in the long run the truth bleeds through and it has to be enough.
It is enough.
Nothing can change that.
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