If I dream, do I clearly see –
And if I finally see, can I still dream?
I pray that I find the connection
bridging these two,
so that my dizzy mind
can finally be at ease.
© Zelda Reville
Overthinking
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
Zelda Reville 
Reminds me of Harlem by Langston Hughes. very nice.
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Thank you, Denise. Harlem is beautiful, especially these lines: “Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?/ Or fester like a sore— And then run? ” Holy cow. That’s the score of jaded humanity right there!
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