you always seem to be doing it.
thinking.
getting lost in your own labyrinth of thought.
as i sit and watch you disappear from the world,
i can't help but be curious
what is it you think about?
is it about how you think?
why you think so much?
or about life and what it's about?
how people are cruel and do their best to hurt others?
do you think about yourself
and what your about?
those times you've told me
about the creatures in your labyrinth
i've absorbed the stories and myths.
every detail etched into the walls of my brain.
i wouldn't mind meeting them
ya know.
conversing for awhile over coffee or tea.
i want to get lost in your labyrinth.
i want to graze my fingers along its walls
and see what you see as you think
see if we think about the same things.
if you raise the same questions. i want to know every thought.
every twist and turn that is your mind,
but most importantly.
i want to know,
do you think of me
as much as i do you?