Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

I’ve never written about myself
I’ve never seen myself so clearly
Some how life has always and only made sense within relativity 
‘If I’m too little then this person is enough in all the ways I couldn’t be.’
Many have seemed a lot more interesting than me.
I study movements 
Faces 
Freckles 
Love leaving.
Existence festering.
Impermanence daring me to dwell. 
But I do it anyway.
Life has always made sense when I loved someone else 
So maybe I wouldn’t be the one speaking 
But it was everything said around me.
Swirling, and funneled  into the moments when I’m quiet 
And still 
And god sees me 
And the world has a chance to speak 
  to express itself through 
Me 
And somehow, 
my image is  captured 

Through the faces of many 

Through the face of the other