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?
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