The space in between. part I

I feel
A bubble
Wrapped up in an invisible material
Warm
Comfortable
Dreamy
Unmoved from the outside
Moving in the inside

Inside is the magic
Through word plays
Reaching directions dimensions
Toy dreams made out of clay

I easily become interrupted by the other
Till I realise it's just me all over
There's no other
I try
I try
I give up
I float and float
there's no I
Only when I go lower
when I need food
the sharing
of the world
Even there's no I

a dream like situation

they hug they love each other
they discuss and discover

I get confused of the touch of the skin
I was bothered too much of my peeps
too alert when they are around
prefer the space infinite
Space infinite space
infinite space
I need so much space
to be calm quiet
I no shout
full of doubt
untouched
still need to feel love
And closeness

I put too many obstacles behaviours
around my body
physical body
inflaming wounds
they touch reacting in pain when touched
when close is too close
when far is too far
nets and strings and hooks
wrapped around touching dependencies and attachments on and off people

My emotional body
I have an ego
it needs attention
it's not a demon but needs protection
I take time with it
alone
so we grow together
Patiently
becoming independent
leaving my own patterns I wonder why now to contact the people
it will come
it will come

I don't want to publish this

but also
why to keep it secret
all go through stuffs like this
its not a taboo
it's part of a process
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6.7.2014