Can You See Me ?
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I had awoken to a new world, an awkward sense telling me, now this is it,
get up, out of bed now, though no sensation, felt no breath, though a steady
urge to rely on anything, I am certain now, I do not live anymore, another journey somehow…near the other side of anything, innocence calling ….searching…
running to meet, no speed, no slowing, a notion… in color, telling of, nothing
ever knowing anyone…where is this place?.. for I cannot find myself here, if I still be?
Can you see me?
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A short story,
By Laz Freedman 28/2/2011
*Re-Post
Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog 
oh Laz—very well done indeed. 😉
47whitebuffalo - January 17, 2014 at 5:27 am |
Loved it, Laz, re-post re-telling, Can you see me, sometimes I can’t see myself. xx
penpusherpen - January 17, 2014 at 9:14 am |
Put on your red robe, Lady Pen. No missing you then.
47whitebuffalo - January 18, 2014 at 5:34 am |
Hi Pen 🙂
lazfreedman - January 19, 2014 at 6:48 pm |
🙂 Nice, Laz!
ebbtide - January 17, 2014 at 3:45 pm |
Hi Sarah 🙂
lazfreedman - January 19, 2014 at 6:46 pm |