by Ashley Rosado | |
Published on: Jan 30, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=5105 | |
I sit in my room with complete and utter silence, with the belief that in this very moment the whole world is at peace. My mind fills with random, petty thoughts that I just can't seem to get out of my head. I start to think about what others think of me, and why I was put on this earth, and just all these thoughts that even though I am not saying a word, it seems like all of a sudden the whole room has just filled with noise, and confusion. Finding yourself is not an easy task, I think it's hard, but if you and I allow ourselves to accept what Is, and to let go of all these insecurites, and little things, then maybe then you and I will be able to find ourselves, and then finally answer the question, "Who am I?" « return. |