What do you see, when you see me?

What do you see, when you see me?

When you enter my space, physically and mentally?

Do you see the pictures on my walls and wonder who I was, when I made those memories?

Do you admire the colors, the patterns, the geometric intricacy?

Do you see the books and wonder what pages hold my inquisitive wonderings?

Do you explore my treasures and trinkets and ask about their meaning?


What do you see, when you see me?

When you enter my space, physically and mentally?

Do you take curiosity in my approach to life, or inquire about what I find intriguing?

Do you wish to know my desires, or wonder what dreams I keep just to me?

Do you see how I play with words, and create galaxies?

Do you desire to understand, to play, to explore, to enchant me?


I wonder, what you see, when you see me.

When you enter my space, physically and mentally.

Do you see me, the me I present you with to see.

Or do you see me, the me you had to discover layers beneath.

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