Every single night , I undress myself, to be me.
And take off the mask and the robes.
One may call it intelligence , It is a delusion to me.
We presume ,we have eyes.Therefore, we see no lies.
Why do we talk about love ? Why do we think about love ?
It is what created us . And it is thus.
I have no intentions to know you .
I am on an journey , to know myself.
And Language, I speak is silence.
Yes, I am alive ,but not lived.
To live, is to be.