I want to know you (like I know myself)

Maybe get into your silence, creeping quietly into your mind when you are wandering.

I know I want to know what I know

I know I want to know you (like I know myself)

But sometimes its a riddle, sometimes is a joke (sometimes I don't know if it makes any sense to know you)

And then again IT HITS ME

I don't really know myself.. then how could I get to know you?

And, if you know what you know (or if you don't know) that still is not the most important thing.

Maybe, what IS, what MATTERS, is if I want to CARE.

CARE for you, that makes more sense... That might be possible.

Maybe if I care more for myself I might get to know myself a little better

If I care for you, then your world, your SELF will open to me, like a book, ready to be read.

-.Clouds over my head and rolling thunders.-

That delicate sound brings me back here, this present moment. Ever present. Grasp this instant before it is gone. B R E A T H E  - E V E R Y T H I N G

Bite reality like a sandwich I have made for myself

(that's the real thing, you get what you get, what you can fix for yourself)

It's a drag, having to put together the pieces all scattered like shit after so much time of folly, trying to make some sense out of the broken corners, but its not that bad. Actually, it gets pretty interesting, once you find out you are not that familiar with yourself...

AS YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE.

Greetings, I am here.

Where are you?

I wish you were here.

Sharing with me, this nice and quiet. PEACE OF MIND.