Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Night Time

It's the night time.

But no. I don't need to meet you somewhere. I always have your company, not in body.

You're me, and I'm undefined. I don't know you, and since you're me, it also means that I do not know myself. Hence, undefined. Empty, yet complete.

I can have plenty dreams of us going for long drives, taking turns controlling the wheel. But that remains just.

You're like the tree, flourished but rootless.

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