The many layers of me,
wanted to know,
the many facets of you;
Each one intricate,
So intensely interested,
to see and feel –
a touch of your soul,
even the wind,
ever so gently whispers
your name,
leaves me insane,
so I die each day,
not knowing if each
piece of your many truths,
exist in harmony
with the many dreams
I have woven in my mind,
about you.

Haphazardly written in the living room. Headphones on.