Hello.
I can't help it: I am filled with you. You are confusing.
The moment I wake up
I can't help but know you're there.
Most of the time,
you are there ever so subtly
Like a warm gentle breeze on my cheek.
On days like this,
having you around
is light and fresh and easy,
Like there are no problems in this world at all.
Sometimes, you come
with such intensity,
bringing so much
that it hurts.
But that's all right.
There are times when
these intense moments
don't happen at all.
I find myself looking for them.
I can never understand
how you can be this and that but I accept it anyway.
It's as if life is worth living because...
Is there any other better way to live, anyway?
Most of my time I spend thinking of you
even though it makes me crazy.
It makes me accept your presence
even more.
I can't go through a day
without experiencing you because
you're there.
You have always been there.
Always, that some people
don't really understand why
I incessantly acknowledge your presence.
Some find it endearing.
Others find it stupid.
Others think that we must have some special relationship.
Who's wrong?
Who's right?
I don't know?
I do know that I can't ignore you.
I wasn't raised that way:
to ignore matters
that are important to me.
You are important to me.
You know that,
don't you?
Why else would I be writing a letter to you if you weren't?
Okay, I admit that
there are times I wish
you'd just disappear.
I'm sorry I can't help it:
you can be
a little bit too much at times.
Yes, just a tad bit too much.
I end up running back to you, though,
analyzing you,
thinking of you.
Again, I can't help it.
Those who think they can
are foolish.
They don't know what they are missing.
You're really funny, too, you know?
Your face
can bring inspiration.
Sometimes, it brings torture.
It can bring a myriad of elements
that inspires me to be human
and to be a god
and to be whatever
or whoever else is there
(Or out there. Or under there? Hmm...)
But you know what I can never ever be with you around?
Nothing.
With you around me,
I can never be nothing.
You let me be.
It's amazing.
You are so confusing. You make me alive.
I hate you. I love you.
Thank you.
(c) 2012
I can't help it: I am filled with you. You are confusing.
The moment I wake up
I can't help but know you're there.
Most of the time,
you are there ever so subtly
Like a warm gentle breeze on my cheek.
On days like this,
having you around
is light and fresh and easy,
Like there are no problems in this world at all.
Sometimes, you come
with such intensity,
bringing so much
that it hurts.
But that's all right.
There are times when
these intense moments
don't happen at all.
I find myself looking for them.
I can never understand
how you can be this and that but I accept it anyway.
It's as if life is worth living because...
Is there any other better way to live, anyway?
Most of my time I spend thinking of you
even though it makes me crazy.
It makes me accept your presence
even more.
I can't go through a day
without experiencing you because
you're there.
You have always been there.
Always, that some people
don't really understand why
I incessantly acknowledge your presence.
Some find it endearing.
Others find it stupid.
Others think that we must have some special relationship.
Who's wrong?
Who's right?
I don't know?
I do know that I can't ignore you.
I wasn't raised that way:
to ignore matters
that are important to me.
You are important to me.
You know that,
don't you?
Why else would I be writing a letter to you if you weren't?
Okay, I admit that
there are times I wish
you'd just disappear.
I'm sorry I can't help it:
you can be
a little bit too much at times.
Yes, just a tad bit too much.
I end up running back to you, though,
analyzing you,
thinking of you.
Again, I can't help it.
Those who think they can
are foolish.
They don't know what they are missing.
You're really funny, too, you know?
Your face
can bring inspiration.
Sometimes, it brings torture.
It can bring a myriad of elements
that inspires me to be human
and to be a god
and to be whatever
or whoever else is there
(Or out there. Or under there? Hmm...)
But you know what I can never ever be with you around?
Nothing.
With you around me,
I can never be nothing.
You let me be.
It's amazing.
You are so confusing. You make me alive.
I hate you. I love you.
Thank you.
(c) 2012
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