05.27.14

a love letter to the world:

over and over again, i find myself paralyzed by fear that you are changing.

          i catch my breath:
               is it you that changes or my perception of you?

It is simple to determine that there is no way of knowing,
and simpler yet that it does not matter.

          my breath catches me:
          In that way, we are indistinguishable.

Reality exists only in the space between,
the resultant vector of the forces we exert upon one another,
perhaps oriented in some dimension as of yet imperceivable.

          there is no me, no you, world.

          we exist only as perceiver and perceived.