Navel Gazing
Indulge yourself ....
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.



Like a separated sock,
looking for the other one,
before they're split again.
A simple and perfect description of being both here and there and no where..
Short and thoughtful. I like it!