to live inside a locked
door
a closed window and then
just be the self that you are
and then to own your silence
and when everything is savored
to open the windows and the door again
to be another self
as one joins the rest members of the house
for a wholesome breakfast on conversations
that you simply let pass from one ear to the other.
everyday is a new painting of new masks
and layer of new beginnings
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