People are capricious, reckless with and minimize emotions And use people as objects for their own desires
Only when their feelings aren't theirs.
When people refuse to come out of their deadly sleep, and while they are sleepwalking they believe that they are like all others playing, playing so called adult roles without really being themselves, and not facing their own truth
Once they get to know themselves and their truth their feelings are there's. And the changes are vitalizing and they come to themselves with all the power from their core.
You have to be with a person not an echo of their past.
They have to be more real than their echo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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