there is such thing as <br />being lost as others see you <br />because you are not doing <br />what they expect you to do <br />i need not mention all those <br />passages or rituals like... <br />but i am more into this <br />self-discovery thing such <br />as doing what i really want to <br />do but those that do not destroy me <br />those that do not make me fall into <br />fear but into the comforts of my own <br />space, my own paradise, and <br />i guess i have found it, <br />something like just being myself <br />without the interference of other's <br />moral codes or <br />majority's etiquette <br />thus i wake up at night and sleep <br />the following morning <br />i write more than have to speak <br />and just stay inside rather than <br />have fun with what we deem as <br />friends or kin <br /> <br />this way i am like a seed growing <br />in my own soil <br />moving at my own pace <br />and slowly unfolding as myself <br />and no other....<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanks-to-me/
