and then
i walk in the
rest room
early morning
waking up
to this reality
that i am
no longer the
same as the
self i had
yesterday.
i am not myself
anymore
nor any other.
i belong to no one
and i am no one
like the dust that
you scatter
in the big ocean.
remember the cruise
we had
in the Indian ocean.
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