
Am I real? Can people see me as I am? Or I’m an illusion of time and space, I can’t be seen or felt. Do I need their approval to be me? To exist? To be plenty? Is love dependent on feedback, or can love survive in one direction only? Joining Sadje - WDYS
Yes! I love your take on the prompt, Elizabeth.
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Thanks so much, Eugi! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Elizabeth.
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… and we go on… seeking.
such a lovely poem, Elizabeth 🤍
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It’s a forever search! 🙂
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Such a poignant poem Elizabeth. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks, Sadje! It was a split of a moment thought I had when I looked at the photo. After publishing, the doubt showed up, should I have published it? But it was too late to delete and I decided to keep it.
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You’ve addressed a very important issue here. Thanks
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🙂
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