The world felt unrealistic.
She felt herself unreal.
For a moment,
Her mind was free from the prison of her body.
A expression in her face that wasn't either sadness nor happiness
It was a yet to know expression.
Something she was unable to solve
Nor recall from known memories.
It was unreal as her body was.
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The path to self
PoesíaThese poems are about self ownership. Rising above limitations by diving inside the ocean of the psych and meeting with source; the self.
