YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
As I was sitting on my single bed in my not so luxurious
room listening to the rain pouring outside my window and the wind blowing
harshly shaking my gypsum walls, it occurred to me “people don’t know me”. Well
not in a literal sense but spiritually (weird YES sounded weird to me too) I
have many friends and acquaintances and relatives and siblings, but I fear no
one truly knows who I am. Not because they haven’t bothered to try but because
I don’t share, I tend to keep to myself I am my own diary and my own confidant
I don’t see it fit to burden anyone with what’s in my head nor what’s in my
heart. I AM A (can’t think of an appropriate word for it and secretive just
sounds. Well “WRONG”). I am a PERSON a human being a creation that is very
unique because years of schooling have taught me that we might all have similar
organs and they all function in the same way heck we even have similar looking
hearts and brains (well not always) but our bodies and everything else
scientific functions the same, but we are very different or maybe insanely
alike.
Anyway as I was sitting on my bed this thought ran across my
room out of thin air and it got me thinking what if I die and my book gets
closed and nobody truly knew me, who would tell my story? My life story well at
least everything that goes on in my mind is fascinating. Hours of “spacing out”
“day dreaming” and simply just shutting the world out, those hours define me
they define who NADIA is. Like any other human being on the face of earth I am
no saint nor am I a damned soul that’s hell bent on being a sinner “I am just
an imperfect being” capable of doing both good and bad.
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