Who can know the real person the unspoken, the unseen, the unfelt and unchallenged which is hidden deep within. As the visible expands like a crystal in the light, an image, a creation revealed from dawn throughout life. Who can know the real person, more than words we need to find, to reach beyond the structure that guards our inner minds. If reality evolves can we ever really know, or is imagination filling the parts where we are blind Who can know the real person from all angles for all time, see the face through the make-up touch the heart in dark of night.?
Reason for writing:
someone said they wanted to know the 'real me'...
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