It is mostly about me and slightly about you,
if I could pick apart your brain,
then I would schedule us tea for two,
but, too, and through–
Alas! I want too much!
I wanted to pick apart your personality,
and then we could reminisce about it over next morning’s brunch.
I move too quickly,
but slower than you know.
I tangle myself up in blizzards,
and I am looking for someone to get to know.
It is different out here,
when you’ve seen both sides.
I wanted love and peace to make sense,
but neither essence seems to coincide
Happy is the new and the spontaneous one I have found within mountains;
he lives amongst sounds and a contention for passions.
At last! I feel hope again,
and I breathe fidelity into my lungs–
I am searching for completion, can you help me find some?