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May 2017
Here I am looking for you in all the eyes I come across. Sometimes I see you sometimes I don't. But, it's not resemblance I'm looking for. It's not the way you twitch your eyebrows or how your eyes spark when you see something you like. It's you. Your soul. That's what I sort in your eyes.

But I might have seen it. Somewhere on TV or on a magazine.

It's typical and shallow. Quite pathetic. There's a you in my neighbor.

But me? You won't find me. I'm all over and nowhere at the same time.  I'm here and I'm  there . I don't know who I am. How can you find me if you don't know me.

If I don't know me. We've basically scratched the surface of me.

But it's good. Because of that, You'll forever look for me in your neighbor and won't find me. Because I'm here.
Written by
Michael Rabutla
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