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May 2013
My head is swarmed with thoughts.

I don't know
I don't know, but I feel as if I must
I don't know you, me, what love is or what life means, but I want to
I don't even know what wanting is
I don't know

It's all too much to fit inside my brain
All I know is that I have faith and what it looks like
You are the only one who knows all the answers and is all the answers
You who are inside of me
It's tough to see you through all this flesh  
I don't know why you don't let me know now
But I'm at peace because you tell me I don't need to and that when I do you'll inform me
You say all I have to do is just be  
Where I am simply being is where I know who you are

And there is coming a day when my skin will transform into transparency
And then I will know  
And then I will know increasingly continually and that is the beauty of it all  
There is no end to who you are or your love for me or life and therefore the depths of it all have no floor, no walls, and no ceiling
I will be free of this box
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