Missing Me
I miss who I wasI miss who I am;
I miss "the poet".
I miss my own soul
I miss what I lost;
I miss me the most.
Missing Me
I miss who I wasIn science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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How can I think? | 0 | 11/24/2009 |
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