We all have our own personal places,
Whether you call them
Sanctuaries
Homes
Or shelters,
We all have somewhere (or some places) to be ourselves.
We all have a mind,
That central nervous system that runs our bodies,
But yet is so much more.
When we think,
There's that little voice inside your head,
That talks to you,
Listens to you,
And is there for you.
We are our own best friends,
In a way.
Or maybe
It's that little voice inside our heads
Who we tag as "thinking"
That is our best friend.
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
We all have our own personal places,
Whether you call them
Sanctuaries
Homes
Or shelters,
We all have somewhere (or some places) to be ourselves.
We all have a mind,
That central nervous system that runs our bodies,
But yet is so much more.
When we think,
There's that little voice inside your head,
That talks to you,
Listens to you,
And is there for you.
We are our own best friends,
In a way.
Or maybe
It's that little voice inside our heads
Who we tag as "thinking"
That is our best friend.
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