Mirror

I See
I Hear
I Feel
I Taste
I Touch
Life as it comes my way.
Presence of abundance a peaceful thought.
Trust without prove.
Being selfish & egoistic as a path to self-worth that leads to sharing unconditionally.
Self-control my only real control.
Answering the main question:”Am I my own best friend?
Accepting what makes me tick by embracing my full potential staring in a mirror.

-Driandayaba-
18-04-2016

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