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Mellowmarsh

You have never seen your face.

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A photographic image of you is not you.

No one cares what you do but don’t look like. 
 

No one cares what you think or believe you look like. Because images are forever changing from one image to another.

Will the real you please stand up so we can all have a jolly good look at what you really look like. 


 

Grief is Love with Nowhere to Go 

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The human psyche lives entirely in the reflection of objects. Mirrors, water, cars, glass, eyes, alot of things have mild reflections in them.

Whenever you say that's me its a psychological phenoma of looking at something shiny.

Then you get in love with it and talk to it.

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47 minutes ago, Mellowmarsh said:

A photographic image of you is not you.

No one cares what you do but don’t look like. 
 

No one cares what you think or believe you look like. Because images are forever changing from one image to another.

Will the real you please stand up so we can all have a jolly good look at what you really look like. 

What is this "real you" that you are talking about ?🙂

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44 minutes ago, Wilhelm44 said:

What is this "real you" that you are talking about ?🙂

Hmm, wait one moment, while I think about that. 🤔 LoL 

One second please while I have a conversation with myself.

Upon looking I see what’s looked upon. It seems I’m right in front of my eyes and not behind them. LoL 

Hmm, does that mean there’s no me inside me, so where am I exactly, hmm, I must be outside of me. 😬

How did I get outside of my body, hey you, get back in my body, where I can’t see you. LoL

 

 


 

Grief is Love with Nowhere to Go 

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22 minutes ago, Mellowmarsh said:

Hmm, wait one moment, while I think about that. 🤔 LoL 

One second please while I have a conversation with myself.

Upon looking I see what’s looked upon. It seems I’m right in front of my eyes and not behind them. LoL 

Hmm, does that mean there’s no me inside me, so where am I exactly, hmm, I must be outside of me. 😬

How did I get outside of my body, hey you, get back in my body, where I can’t see you. LoL

 

 

Sounds like ur saying it's actually impossible to describe the real you 🙂

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15 minutes ago, Wilhelm44 said:

Sounds like ur saying it's actually impossible to describe the real you 🙂

I think you can describe the real you, but would the real you be in the description? Or in the describer? Or both, maybe there’s two real you’s … maybe. 🤔


 

Grief is Love with Nowhere to Go 

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1 minute ago, Mellowmarsh said:

I think you can describe the real you, but would the real you be in the description? Or in the describer? Or both, maybe there’s two real you’s … maybe. 🤔

😁

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3 minutes ago, Wilhelm44 said:

😁

Thank you for the laughs. 🤓😎


 

Grief is Love with Nowhere to Go 

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2 minutes ago, Mellowmarsh said:

Thank you for the laughs. 🤓😎

Any time 🙂

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