that pullhow can i resist?—that magneticpullhas me good.that hourglasskeeps ondevouring time.the directionswage warin an endless cycle,all temptingenoughto lose my way.
i want to know youYou — I want to know you.I want to tracethe contoursof your mind.I want to feelthe textureof your thoughts.I want to knowhow your dreams tastein the first breathof dawn. I want to knowhow they hold you,what they mean andwhere they take you.I want to know what makes you feel alive.I want to know what you live for,where you’re going,what you love.I want to know where you’ve come from,what has shaped you,who you were.I want to read all the wordsthat you build your cities with.I want to paint every picturethat reminds you of your soul.I want to listen to the musicin your bones and in your heart.You. I want to know you.
we're all just visitorsEverything is transitory; everything is temporary. Just as you visit this page, everything encountered here visits you. Every moment exists in one moment — this moment. Anything else is concept; a projection of past or future that is still conceived within the Now.We’re all just visitors. We are events meeting with events. Words meeting brain, ideas meeting mind. We are the flow of time itself, ever-changing, ever moving. We visit places, we visit people, we visit concepts, we visit beliefs. Even when it seems that we are motionless, the Now continues to flow. Inescapable. The wheel goes on.Peace arrives when we learn to stop clinging. Peace arrives when we learn to be visitors.