ουσία
I am simply me.
There is not much to tell.
I can’t spell it out, its something you feel.
I can tell you my dreams,
passions, and plans, but I can’t tell you
the essence of who I am.
It’s something you learn
through time spent together.
In moments of laughter,
tears, and disasters.
In moments of tether,
smirks, and silence.
Moments make memories.
Memories create essence.
My essence.
I can tell you my dreams,
passions, and plans, but I can’t tell you
the essence of who I am.
So, I have one simple request:
If you care to truly know me,
lets make a memory.
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