an overarch of warm and pain
i think this is what it means to talk:
to give pieces of yourself away
so that you don't overflow.
if no one knows you but yourself, you start to think you know yourself best.
you could say this is untrue. ontologically, but also,
someone may be looking at you when you're looking forward.
you can live forever and never know everything about yourself, and i think that is the worst thing.
you can watch over eons of setting suns and never know anything.
i never want to leave anywhere with a warm window of light, so i guess, in the end, i am simple.
maybe i will be reborn as a cat.
what say you, then?