The Curtain Doesn't Exist

So pick me up,

examine me,

try to understand me

because everything I do gives away my hand.

Every word I say, 

every thought I think,

that is me.

The thoughts I think at night are no different than the words I share with friends.

It’s all still me. 

The curtain doesn’t exist.


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