A metaphor or real,
Your desire, or your fear.
The line seems to blur,
When you look upon me.
The question is,
are you looking at the real me?
What am I?
YOU ARE READING
My Riddle
Random"I can't form words like you do. I can't shorten the galaxy that is my thoughts into key phrases like you. Like you say sometimes I can be a puzzle. I like puzzles. So are some for you"
