There’s plenty of sunshine where I come from.
I live in my my head.
Away from all of you.
I sit by my sill and evade your emotions.
I turn back each promise of neglect.
Each lingering word which might begin to evolve into a need-
given from you to me.
I live here- with the smiles from my me.
Alone, with our four walls- because I have become we.
It’s nothing really. To toss you out before you begin.
It’s this thing we call self.
We protect our appetite for fortitude by forgetting life itself.
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
one’s self is an in sensible appetite
For without the self there isn’t any appetite for anything else
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