who am i anyway?

i mean who am i anyway?

i play the role of the father while being all the child versions of mine at the very same time you play the role of the daughter while inhabiting already all adult versions of yourself

who am i anyway? there is nothing i can teach you but everything to unlearn with you

i used to think that it’s through words that i should make myself understood to you that i should talk as much as possible but now i am growing ever more silent because i realised the silence between us is where the magic happens

when nothing is said everything is

who am i anyway?

just a look into your dark eyes that refuse to blink to remind my small self that i am the infinite soul inside of you i am you and you are me so of course it feels like nothing is left to say and everything is there to be experienced fully immersed in the only thing that exists the present moment the always the here and now

who am i, anyway? i play the father but i am the mother and the child too you play the child but you are the mother and the father at the very same time

so nothing is more “real” than your telling me “baba, let’s play. i am the mother and you’re the baby”

yes, baby girl, let’s play forever.

20/3/26