Itzme 
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'whom do you love the most?' He asked with his husky voice.
Me the queen of explanations (as he say), paused for a while and said, 'Me, Itzme'.
'I put myself first, I look at me first, I can't go above or beyond me after a particular point, hey do you think I am egotistic? self centered?' I asked him with the voice lowering towards a desperate tone.
'Oh no, no', his reassuring voice.
'Everyone is the same, some realises some don't and shall I rephrase the question again, 'Can you be true to yourself?'
'No not always'.
'I look at me again, sometimes conscious sometimes unconscious, then alter my ego, my self, then I enter another self, that is also me, but another me, but that is a different corner of my true self, it is like I am like Mansion, with so many corridors and courtyard, Sometimes I enter the courtyard, declare and I liberate me; one part of self, I often wander around the dark corridors and weep, I go to the balcony and look at the stars so above me and complain why I can't be with them or one of them, it is the another side of me, then I may rush to kitchen by-pass delicious looking food and go to the kitchen corner for that one pot meal waiting for me, and if it is not there I may freak out like a mad woman say, Mrs Danvers. Then I may go back to study singing a song so careless. Am I making any sense?' I stopped and my concerned voice echoed around us.
He smiled at me and said,' Yes you are, you perfectly are'
'Now what should I do?' - A I raised the most blank question, as blank as it can be.
'Shh..now you sleep and wake up to a beautiful dream.'
Then I slept.
P.s : Fever can give you hallucinations, or hallucinations can give you fever. You walk through a dream or a dream you live?:)
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'whom do you love the most?' He asked with his husky voice.
Me the queen of explanations (as he say), paused for a while and said, 'Me, Itzme'.
'I put myself first, I look at me first, I can't go above or beyond me after a particular point, hey do you think I am egotistic? self centered?' I asked him with the voice lowering towards a desperate tone.
'Oh no, no', his reassuring voice.
'Everyone is the same, some realises some don't and shall I rephrase the question again, 'Can you be true to yourself?'
'No not always'.
'I look at me again, sometimes conscious sometimes unconscious, then alter my ego, my self, then I enter another self, that is also me, but another me, but that is a different corner of my true self, it is like I am like Mansion, with so many corridors and courtyard, Sometimes I enter the courtyard, declare and I liberate me; one part of self, I often wander around the dark corridors and weep, I go to the balcony and look at the stars so above me and complain why I can't be with them or one of them, it is the another side of me, then I may rush to kitchen by-pass delicious looking food and go to the kitchen corner for that one pot meal waiting for me, and if it is not there I may freak out like a mad woman say, Mrs Danvers. Then I may go back to study singing a song so careless. Am I making any sense?' I stopped and my concerned voice echoed around us.
He smiled at me and said,' Yes you are, you perfectly are'
'Now what should I do?' - A I raised the most blank question, as blank as it can be.
'Shh..now you sleep and wake up to a beautiful dream.'
Then I slept.
P.s : Fever can give you hallucinations, or hallucinations can give you fever. You walk through a dream or a dream you live?
:)
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