A poem of truth By Helen Halldin

Meeting you
whoever you might be
Your inner space
with all your energies, feelings and the walls
you so carefully built.
It all crashed down on me.
Sometimes I really do try
not to invade your privacy
just by uninvitedly knowing.
Loosing my energy
Where it dont belong.
Me, incapable of sorting.
Im an empath morphing
trying to remember
the fine,imaginary line
between our souls.
Trying to be. Just me