Me and self…

It’s nice to have a few words to speak into your direction. It seems we’ve lost touch and I’m me in a different sense of the definition. Mirrors don’t lie and I know we’ve been watching the progress taking place. As I look into you as my reflection creating muting upon my face. I’m lost and found and not yet signing into where I think I belong. But in all honesty, with as big the world is, is that so wrong? Just know I’m drifting along to eventually reside with you as a friend. As the wind blows its breeze aimed without an end. Days have been bypassed without you surfacing as proof exist. I’ve lived with excuses that twisted truths into a false sense of the way I’ve lived. But here we are. Face to face with an open heart. Moving simultaneously like we’ve never been separated a day that’s gone by. Hi! Do you remember me? Am I worth the recollection to be plucked from your dreams. Bcuz still me. And that’s all I’ll ever be. Hey you. I’m call a truce. Let’s just be and see where this life we call it all goes. Without you I feel so alone. For you are me and I am you. We are one as we are we on the loose. So why fight the feeling to come back to who we have become and find a mutual reality? I’m sick of the instability. The fake smiles that creates endless sighs of who we are together. We, no matter what, are forever. Born as us and yet separated by heart and mind. Taking sides of Enrons that don’t understand the mental comprehension of life’s grind. So let’s say we reunite as a whole person once again. Just filling in the basics of the use as one simple man…