My ode to the greatest writer Fernando Pessoa..I call him,The Intruder...
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Earlier He gave me an impression of a kindred spirit..
A true soulmate..
Now He is demanding all my time..my attention...
I could neither bear the darkness of the deep abyss of his thoughts nor the brightness of the wildfire of his being..
Beware,His illuminating soul would sweep you off your feet...
I would feel his eternal presence...He was there in everything I do...everything I say..
My mind So full of his chattering..
They'd ask me,'Why are you so absent minded?'...'Self-absorbed?'
Can't they see,He possessed me ?? Or I possessed him !!
He is present when I myself am absent to the world...
I can see now,He is nothing but an unwanted acquaintance..A dangerous company..
The beloved intruder I couldn't get rid of..