Who Am I
I'm a tourist of my own world;
a tourist re-visiting the joys, pains,
celebrations, frustrations.....that I
had lived in my previous worlds.
The ruins and remains exist as memories
and feelings.
I silently create and destroy my worlds
without any one ever noticing - yes,
silent big-bangs....
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