be next to me

be next to me.
when i feel beaten.
when i feel empty.

to let me be myself. for spotless mind. like pearl. round and silky.

wonder when you stay forever beside me,
then would I be not me

would i search for myself again and forever

but you won't be able to shield me when storm comes.
when thunder pours
when hail stirs the ground.
and even before small cuts, smaller than a eyelash
i be a raw meat. only some flesh.

coming back to the question.
me.

and you are a separate thing will never become the shield.

fence and handrail

here i am sitting on an office chair, typing.
it's been already 2 years passed since i joined the company.
and the years just gone without remains.

blaming long work hours
trying to think something else not work.
plan to go to gym or yoga classes.
do something crative when not at work.

one half collgue half friend leaves the company at the end of this month.
she will move to france.
she has reasons to leave.
i always look for those and hold them, squeeze them and never let them go.
i just swallow them.
melt in my stomach.

once i dreamed to be someone famous.
like my friend's dad who comes out on google search.

someone with some archievement.