I can hear what you do because I have ears. I can see what you whisper because I have eyes. I can smell what you conceal because I have a nose. I can taste what you offer because I have a tongue. I can feel what you pretend because I have skin.
I have also a brain that tells me what is not what. I have also a heart that loves that hates of it's own.
Why to explain if you are, who you are and how you are? Look at me I don't explain yet you know who I am and how I am.
My room is dark, with my smell lingering across the bed. My room is marked, with my poems written across the wall. ... When I go to sleep my dog comes too. we make a nest of pillows and covers, then fall asleep together as well.