But That I only remember
in the Beginning
Oh how I long for
The Beginning
World lives me
I am processing as a
history of path
What “I” is felt
Is what “You” is felt
Us are we,
Indifferent.
Why do I hurt myself in you?
Why do us suffer?
Because we forgot.
The world is as crazy
as I am through Her
Because we forgot
Longing for The Togetherness
When no of this made sense
We were I
Nothing less than life
Nothing less than appreciation