Navel Gazing

Indulge yourself ....

Photo by Frank Eiffert on Unsplash

Who am I
to myself?
I wonder.

Like a separated sock,
looking for the other one,
before they're split again.

Nothing without
the other
one.

Is nothing
something?
Or something, nothing?

I forgot
that I forget
to breathe.

Until I indulge
myself.
How annoying to realise it helps.

Meet something within.
Then something without;
Everything meeting.

You too, with me.
As you read
these self indulgent words.