It’s as though I am looking for a book I once read,
a song I once heard; a person I once met.
It’s as though, I am listening, straining to hear what I want to be said.
I don’t know if there is a use in telling you
but I am looking for you.
Before, I only heard about people looking
and I used to think, it’s so simple – there you are.
Now it’s only as simple as coming to realize that some things about human life are universal
and that we have more to share than to keep.
Forgive me, if you have heard this before somewhere –
nothing I might tell you is new.
And still, I am looking, and wanting to know and wanting to understand,
and wanting to lose myself.
Because like for you, the knowledge of my self has come full circle,
once liberating, now a cloak I must wear or carry, getting in the way.
When I feel cold I want to escape into the feeling
because surely, there is something beyond feeling cold.
If you let yourself come to rest in mayhem
it is possible you will feel what lies beyond.