Pieces of Me
Sometimes my words, memories and thoughts are far away
from each other, making me to envy the clouds
which are gaseous and misty,
yet we see them far away, calling them "clouds".
Sometimes people call me by my baptized name,
but I wonder what name I can truly call myself;
a being trying to hold his pieces together,
as fate tries to blow them apart........
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