To want to be loved.  To want to be wanted. 

To want to love.  To want to want. 

There is symmetry.  There is a give and take. 

Somehow in being selfish we are selfless.

 

Floating out in the middle of a lake.

Free from all tethers.

Buoyed by a powerful force that will consume me

If I cannot surrender to it.

 

Extend me your hand and let me hold me it.

Can we sit in silence?

Can we extend this moment?