Do you know me?

I’ve been furniture here for so long, but I’m not sure I’ve ever actually wondered if anyone felt like they knew me well. Or at all. When I’m that floating head no one sees anymore, which given said furniture status will probably mean I’m dead, what will I have left behind? Besides dustbunnies. 🤭

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PoetryNEmotion · F

C'mon, girl i know you a bit. I like your postings. What has got you so down? Everything okay at home? Talk to me. I like you.

JustNik · 51-55, F

@PoetryNEmotion Thank you. 🙂 Not down so much. Just reminded of those long gone and wondering what I leave in my own wake here. It’s an odd sort of place. I put my soul in a little box and post it for all to see and yet still feel like I keep my walls in place. One can know me better than my own mother and yet not know me at all I suppose. Interesting stuff. 🤷‍♀️

PoetryNEmotion · F

@JustNik Yes, this is an odd place. Our words remain after we leave them. I see some people's profiles long after they have left. Some because they have died. Others have vanished. Anonymity means one can show and tell what one wants. Dome tell lies. Others the truth. Have a good evening.

JustNik · 51-55, F

@PoetryNEmotion Thank you. You too. 🙂