You have dried off in the sheets of paper
Your looks speak of tiredness in ancient paints
A moment of wonder was enough for you to seek out a place
A place to live
To thrive
To explore
To complete me
I made a choice of letting you dwell
Wished you could get rid of survival hunger
Here we could be together
I let you possess me
Now is it me or is it me?
Who is me? For sure this is not at all we.